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