Cement PillowsA Poem by Judas HammerAnother older poem. I used to take long walks down dark streets. I would write about what I saw. Sometimes, most times it was not pretty-Cement pillow Is where he lays his head. The stairwell outside the Post Office is his bed. Or the front of the AT&T building. The Little Fish Theater on the oning outside. Is where he sometimes reside. Metal cart keep hold his possessions. Where he will go next only keeps me guessing. Sometimes he makes tarp tents. Others are more creative in what they invent. I saw a man sleep in the Cabrillo beach bathroom. It stank like hell and piss. But had plenty of room. Alone. By themselves. Some body’s mother, brother, or significant other. Lying in the cold California night. Seems like they have lost the fight with life. But it is just a standing eight count. But at midnight. By the street light. I see them. Lying on cement pillow. © 2012 Judas HammerAuthor's Note
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44 Reviews Added on March 12, 2012 Last Updated on March 13, 2012 AuthorJudas HammerThe City of Angeles, CAAboutI like to write, live in La and write and make short films. and more..Writing
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