I see the homeless man standing around
A street of empty houses, locked with
Galvanized chains, the frost sparkles
Dancing and heating his beard. He is happy, shaking himself uncontrollably
Moving as slow he can to make the moment last as long as possible.
His immortality is through the shelter
Of the dark clouds forming a hut above
His immortality. He sees angels in the snowflakes, their hot kisses stacking themselves into layers of white silk. He feels blessed and screams away his curses
In tongues hoping his god hear his prayers sending him a golden hole in the dark sky.
Jan 25, 2025
Jan 25, 2025 at 6:02 PM UTC
I see the homeless man standing around
A street of empty houses, locked with
Galvanized chains, the frost sparkles
Dancing and heating his beard. He is happy, shaking himself uncontrollably
Moving as slow he can to make the moment last as long as possible.
His immortality is through the shelter
Of the dark clouds forming a hut above
His immortality. He sees angels in the snowflakes, their hot kisses stacking themselves into layers of white silk. He feels blessed and screams away his curses
In tongues hoping his god hear his prayers sending him a golden hole in the dark sky.
