Today, without warning
We learned the name of a neighborhood homeless
And found ourselves unafraid
Today, without warning
We learned the name of a neighborhood homeless
And found ourselves unafraid
A break in our quest
The Sun shines on a fountain
The green light shines best
From our downtown sunsets
Christmas tree vibes of lit flat windows
Left up all year round
Into swelling pubs
Rushing from office buildings
The cubicle thaw
I wonder where we are
Eyes stuck in our proxy lives
Road and rail and back
Wrapped in their blankets
The homeless rehearse a wake
They shall never get
A derelict Christ
Half naked and half alive
Napping in the Sun
The poor and the free
Bathe in Art Nouveau fountains
We talk of manners
When politicians promise housing
They never mention it’s made from their vynil banners
Instagram is wrong
A grey palette ain't winter
Bums in shelters are
With no soul in sight
A bum skews the middleman
And squats in the park
Behind bare corners
The muggers rub their knuckles
And wiggle their toes
Outside waiters run to their cafes
It's morning in my gentrified corner of the world
Now, four cars later,
The carbon copy freeway
The illegible Life
There's someone like me
Second window to the right
Caught in a blue screen
Our cities
Fresh as morning trash
Just as promising and busy
They live
They die
They die
And at night
Bewitched by glossy new bags
They deny
Time to wash curtains
Maybe give the dog a bath
Hose kids in the yard
Bar a few young ones We wear long ashen faces The city dress code
Our blood thirsty gods
Ashes over the city
Feasting on babies
As a precaution
I should squat on the platform
And scream my lungs out
Timing traffic lights
The art of pacing and racing
And looking both ways
somewhere on the train the scent of long hair shampooed a callback to youth
the cold on my nose the biblical rock pouring the tissues drinking
heads at an angle
home miles ahead of the door
lovers on a train
find a subway vent then find an armful of leaves not nine o'clock yet