July 2010
3 posts
Homeless and Hopeless
He motions for change as I pull towards the off-ramp intersection I reach into the ashtray for some nickles and dimes, only because it’s hot out
Oh thank you! God bless you! God bless you! God? Really? You’re homeless. If you haven’t noticed, God hates you. I’m an atheist and he even likes me more. Why? because you have money…a car…a place to go home to? Well,...
Compost
At times, afraid to live always afraid to die I wonder who’ll see me through Will I have a hand to hold One last lie It’ll be alright, Matt.
Or will it be just as I lived. Alone. Another south side headline. Man enters alley, never to reach the other side.
Maybe I’ll opt for the dramatic At least this once. Squish wet sand between my beaten toes, worn feet will feel my final...
Firing Squad
11:55pm, arms and legs strapped to a black chair surrounded by black sandbags Four trained marksmen, 1 loaded clip, 3 with blanks so nobody will know which gun killed him
Murderer twice over, the first family pleads for clemency, the second for death He chose his fate in more ways than one Chose to go out just as he came in.
Live by the gun …
Any last words?
He says nothing.
…and...