My Words, Remember This Sight

Herein: The issue of the pregnant pen, the faintly scribbled scratching, the ill-formed poetic progeny set forth hastily, sloppily, so that the best intrigues only, easily forgotten, unmemorable - the ragged-fair street urchin one passes by with a pang, but who fades surely into the avenue, only a blemish on memory's curb.