Cult Graffiti

Under the overpass is a cult of gray. Here lies a mini-city of its own; in descending decay. Intertwined with graffiti, tents, mental illness, dirty needles/mattresses, empty liquor bottles, broken dreams/condoms, inhabited by those that have lost the ability to be in society. It's all a big sign to be saved. Despite this, the sirens never seem to find themselves this way. In the distance, you can hear the train cars clank.

   I didn't notice him by site; more by stink. He came up already in conversation with himself, the world, and maybe spirits from the beyond or all the above. Either-way, he just as easy directed the conversation at me.

   "I got one foot in the grave and the other is covered by a fleshy plague. All this has added to my ever-consuming dismay. I got what some may say is a wondering eye. It gets me in all types of trouble, at least half of the time. Why the other eye is so lazy. It refuses to even try and when I yell at it it always gets twitchy, storms off, and cries!"...

  He pauses to fart and when it is done interrupting him...he then continue "I tell ya I've died a million times and the best lives are the ones where I color outside the lines...Am I ok? Thank you for asking dude, but if I stay on my medication my doctor says I am gonna be fine. That was five years ago or so... Do I still take my medication? How would I f*****g know?! I am just here man, in the place where all lost things go. This is a place of feens. I got holes in my jeans and rocks in my pockets. These are no ordinary rocks tho. Oh no, heat them up and buddy off you go! For at least 15 minutes or so. Then you'll be back. Ya they always come back or my lips aint black! Ha" He laughs at his own joke then proceeds "Hey! I got a rusty screwdriver. It comes in handy as a weapon or it could even be used to start your car. If you need, I know that women in that tent. Oh, that's not my tent. Mine is in a secret place down the rabbit hole, but ya for 10 dollars psst! She knows what she's doing. You doing?... Ahhh! Then f**k off with all of that!...With your stupid starter hat and cheese steak eating chinstrap! S**t!" He waves me off. Then before I can even move he comes back and resumes "The world is ending, but until it does I need money homie.Ya ya just a couple bucks.You got any money?...Ahhh! Then f**k off with all of that! If you aint buying, then keep it moving b***h!...damn, mother f****r you're making my eye twitch!" I move out of his way ,but before I can go away, he had this final thing to say:

"Miss Mary Mack Mack Mack

lips all in black black black

bruises all down her back back back

lost her kids, lost here home, and finally her life

all for that crack crack crack!"

  Under the overpass you can hear sirens that never come. All the tents are full of bums. In the distance you can hear the train cars clank. All fades out to the sound of a crying baby who is born here with more than one handicap to overcome in life.The last of this night is the visual of a dimming street light as we part ways for life. 

by the unknown sith

Author's Note

I write about thing that are not right. In the later hours of a lonely night. About things other won't write/right. So in the hopes that someone sees and someday makes things right. Who will stand with me and fight?..."Ya right, fuck off your making my eye twitch...bitch!"..ahh fuck you too and goodnight!