Jul 2019
the foggy old *******
with all his naughty noises
and unfinished alley nectar
that relentless cement grind
drifting garbage
aromas pulsing
stench ablaze
****** poisoned crumpled clenched
choked scratched crashed splashed
a parting heartbeat
angelic sweating
all illness forgiven
unconditionally
and finally silence emerges
with all his naughty noises
and unfinished alley nectar
that relentless cement grind
drifting garbage
aromas pulsing
stench ablaze
****** poisoned crumpled clenched
choked scratched crashed splashed
a parting heartbeat
angelic sweating
all illness forgiven
unconditionally
and finally silence emerges
Thinking about the unfortunate homeless, the mentally ill with nowhere to turn, the veterans on the streets unable to re-adjust... and thinking about how many people in our society--and our government--don't want to see or hear them.
