Sam Sham the Homeless Man

a slam poem

 

Luck is for the rich and those content with their lives.

As for me, I’m set adrift

trying to analyze these lies

they keep feeding me every day

And in return, spit ‘em back

trying to keep my rent alive.

These days are a haze and I can’t remember why

I was bitchin’ in the first place.

But that’s restlessness for you.

I got this feeling that we

cannot go farther

and you can’t be a father

and I won’t play the mother.

Sittin’ at home

Waitin’ alone

With a baby at my hip…

We just aren’t family material.

It’ll end in a broken down apartment

and a come-get-me daughter

and a shoot-‘em-up son

and we don’t want to add to the urban decay

or the clichéd single father.

Author's Note

It is meant to be read aloud. I have the rythmn down in my own head but I'm not sure if anyone else will find it...

Reviews

[April]

I like! "Just trying to keep the rent alive... but that's restlessness for you."