They call him "Tweaker"
Those in the neighborhood of Spring Mountain
and Desert Inn, those who pace
the same streets and sleep in the same block.
He's ironic and contradictory,
calling everyone he happens
by "Slim"
his emasciated smile
black potholes and pyrite
is as genuine as his intentions
shaming traffic with his sadness
cardboard paper signs
"Just trying to get something to eat"
There should be a question mark
My exclamation point
No excuse not to give...
So here you are "slim" collecting the guilt
All the dollars a day in your concrete quilt
and your own red Target
shopping cart...
Caught red handed behind 7-11
In the alley (cats avoid)
with a dub, a dime, or nickle sac
god smacked...
carrying conversations
With / a / no one...
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 2:54 PM UTC
They call him "Tweaker"
Those in the neighborhood of Spring Mountain
and Desert Inn, those who pace
the same streets and sleep in the same block.
He's ironic and contradictory,
calling everyone he happens
by "Slim"
his emasciated smile
black potholes and pyrite
is as genuine as his intentions
shaming traffic with his sadness
cardboard paper signs
"Just trying to get something to eat"
There should be a question mark
My exclamation point
No excuse not to give...
So here you are "slim" collecting the guilt
All the dollars a day in your concrete quilt
and your own red Target
shopping cart...
Caught red handed behind 7-11
In the alley (cats avoid)
with a dub, a dime, or nickle sac
god smacked...
carrying conversations
With / a / no one...
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