The Drifter -- a spoken poem -- by Clifford K. Watkins Jr.




					"The Drifter" A Spoken Poem by Clifford K. Watkins Jr.


	The drifter carries a small shovel to dig his own grave he stands eerily beside a gravel road unable to measure his soul having fled his humdrum life on the path to freedom that he never finds he never escapes his mind the labyrinth inside dirt descends from his hourglass hands into a shallow hole he knows everything yet wants nothing he displays his scars to remind himself that he was once alive he impales himself with invisible knives and hurls himself into a unmarked grave as a random stranger oozes from his eyes hello god goodbye devil today I'm the drifter ugly unkempt walking into the sun ready to vanish like singing skulls rolling into oblivion and tomorrow no one remembers him





	Clifford K. Watkins, Jr., is a writer/poet/lyricist/rapper originally from High Point, North Carolina. Some of his publishing credits include Poetic Voices, Ygdrasil, Poetry Stop, Zygote In My Coffee, Wildchild Publishing, Forever Underground Magazine, Muscadine Lines, Poet's Haven, Lit Vision, Interpoetry, Long Story Short, Red Fez, True Poet Magazine, The Taj Mahal Review, From A Common Spring: Volume II., and decomP.