#somekindahome
Indigent / outcast
trailer trash
flotsam.
We are products of our surroundings.
Or is it upbringing?
Taken / down
Far from home
If it's where the heart is...
"Worthless idiot"
She spits on me
Like her rednecks and *****
Big pimping
Her tricks
Quick to flick
Their Bics and *****
Bringing home the other
Black.
Reynolds wrap and points at the back
Hiding in the thickness
Of weeping veils
Of willows
Outside the picket fences
Just beyond Royale Park mobile
Some kind of
A Community
Missing it's gate
All the times shivoo
Since the South is clammy
Sweat shop swamps
And blistering
Hot like Gold
Coast fires / petrol dragons' breath
(She's a mockery
Of the word -- revelations
Turning pages
Now napkins and coasters
Tissue for ****** noses.)
Vagrant vespers
In the dark
she lets the men
Inside her double wide
Inebriated bruises
Polka dot excuses
Even in the city
It's funny
How the homeless can hide
Out in the open
Escape artist
Pacifist spaces.
Indigent / outcast
Trailer trash
Minutiae boy
Barely half /
Legally blank
life blind
Yet lucky to be alive
Still in search of
Some kind
A Home.
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 6:58 PM UTC