no use fighting and fussing
over green eggs and ham
breaksfast and holy spirits
please people, we homeless
no unconscious, and conscience
ye we all needed to run away
from that mortuary
but its still home
you know, after so many years
that's my mailing address
and they destroyed my mailbox
roots, beneath the railroad ties
i earned rent
my feets, my sheets of language
stolen literacy, forward lunge?
in history i am abandoned
whereas tonight i shall sleep
on needles pine
scents of english pews
non shall cross
nor detain and abuse
escape list and to do's
repetitive prognosis
help is down for you
stem celling y'all, these a people who ain't got a bill paid?
they have a fentanyl vending machine at 80 east hillcrest in thousand oaks.
no homeless services, just is that
