No direction
no cigarettes
no money
nowhere to go,
stranded.
No sleep
I watch the people walk by
I watch the cars
and the rain
People go home to their families
people go home
and want to die.
Nostalgia.
Sunlight pours through the haze
for a moment
and sinks
away
I think of you
often
maybe too often
You’re ******
just like me
all me do is drown,
drown,
drown.
Lust drunk *****
waiting,
waiting to destroy
unintentionally destroy others
then theirselves
and weep
for the past.
There’s strangers everywhere
watching
questioning my motives…
a man at the table next to me give me the eyes
All I want
is a cigarette
one **** smoke.
Ah, God, I lost the notion
strangling,
tangling,
growing roots to my sick,
sad,
soul
The people I witness
coming into shopping malls
are like rabid animals
Wild eyed and gazing
targeting their next material purchase
to try to fit into society
killing off humanity with selfishness,
selflessness
Scared children,
holding their mothers hand
growing up to be fools
to fit into this place
With eyes like knives,
awaiting your presence
to rip your insides out onto the pavement
and ******* eat you alive.
In the car
watching
the leaves thrash the pavement
the breeze is hollow and unforgiving
I think, and I don’t want to be here
when the cold front blows in
and releases it’s chaos.
I’m so ******
half dead,
like the light in your eyes.
This is how people become homeless
This is how people make it big.