June made promises
That I plan on keeping
It was July who kept Them forever in missed dues
Next year, August, handed me my month's notice saying I missed you
Will have a new checklist for two week's pay for you
Thanks to the writers of gossip columns and sausages to assuage my guilt too
As I have my feet and heart dreaming of the obscene odes on widowed pavements
Where I cannot live with a family, a truth
Such are the streets, as homeless people are always broken fools
Wisdom or unwisdom
With or without you