Thursday, January 27, 2011

Sharing A Dumpster Dive With Sweet Sister Mary

in they wander
from the streets and alleyways
some lost
some devoid of hope
all of them wanting something
even if it's just a voice to hear
they often forget all but their own
unkempt and bewildered
out of touch with
the turning of the world

my heart saddens, just a little
until......

(sound of a car alarm slicing through the night)

"get the fuck off the buick, it's the only thing that's paid for"

no shelter for the homeless

and just where do you think eleanor rigby would be today?

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