Carrion Carpet

Homeless

Bummy rummies sitting 

placidly, cynically - 

watching me walk.

Criss-crossed on the pavement,

bow-legged gazelle women

eyes sunken deep as hell's cold pit.

Jumpity heart crawling the

walls of my throat  

and dawdling, looking at 

marionette people sat down.

The same hunger of ages, 

penny-pursuing, prosperity in 

poor man's problems, 

one night after another.

Jealousy of the white 

in my stitches, 

but our teeth all match.

Author's Note

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