after six weeks of ***** laundry piling up
after six pack after
six pack, a hit or two along the way, I smell like ****....
like a homeless man left on the park bench's seat.
have no more direction than to get another
six pack, hit,  ******* under the overpass.
The bad taste left in my mouth
tasting like camel ****,
asphalt chewing on walls of cement-
Lucky I have anything, am not in the big city,
the sun not blocked by tall sky scraping businesses,
no taxis nor big crowd of loneliness rushing,
I am the only homeless man here.