Streets of Pain
The homeless sleep among dunes,
inside battered vans or decrepit RVs
on quiet, dead-end streets,
push shopping carts filled
with meager belongings.
inside battered vans or decrepit RVs
on quiet, dead-end streets,
push shopping carts filled
with meager belongings.
In parks and wetlands,
I find empty whiskey bottles
men wrapped in filthy blankets
huddled on cardboard under shrubs
waiting for sunrise.
I find empty whiskey bottles
men wrapped in filthy blankets
huddled on cardboard under shrubs
waiting for sunrise.
Hank, George, and Zeb
inhabit streets of pain
forage for handouts,
strung out or psychotic,
part of the everyday landscape.
inhabit streets of pain
forage for handouts,
strung out or psychotic,
part of the everyday landscape.
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