I cannot recall the moment
that sanity became a working goal.
Drugs are expensive,
sobriety; even more so.
Somewhere between all of this
I will have to learn to live.
The homeless are pushed out of town,
asleep beneath the railway bridge
that sends rain through rivets
like bullets.
I keep punching the clock
as it throttles Eros with slow hands.
“Sometimes just a smile is enough”
reads a cardboard placard.
But I have not cracked a smile
since I started popping these pills.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC
I cannot recall the moment
that sanity became a working goal.
Drugs are expensive,
sobriety; even more so.
Somewhere between all of this
I will have to learn to live.
The homeless are pushed out of town,
asleep beneath the railway bridge
that sends rain through rivets
like bullets.
I keep punching the clock
as it throttles Eros with slow hands.
“Sometimes just a smile is enough”
reads a cardboard placard.
But I have not cracked a smile
since I started popping these pills.
c
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