I carry homelessness within my head another addiction among the dead,the outcast of society,those who have nowhere to go and end up going nowhere.
I share their wanderings, and begging on the street is just another nowhere place to meet old friends,
and they are few dying as they do among the bitterness of litter blown where dreams once treasured have now flown and soon I will be all alone
with
homelessness
no more or less a tragedy but I can't unlock my needs without the key and that has gone the way of friends
It always ends
it always will
the chill of winter icing those, not within without no homes and there are no sticks and stones for them,no names to call these nameless men,
if I count to ten and hold my breath,hold my breath,hold my breath until death takes hold of me.