The Meaning of Existence

The Meaning of Existence

Two grungy old winos
with damaged faces,
sitting on the window ledge
of the vitamin store
on First Ave @ 14th
sharing a bottle in a bag,
bummin’ smokes from passersby,
and discussing
the “meaning of existence.”
I’m thinkin’ they might not
have really found the answer yet,
but I guess it’s good
that they’re workin’ on it.

–Phillip Giambri


Poetry Writing

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