missed illaneous

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hunger

drum beat tap tap as i walk down the street..
rain tap tap to the lazy mental beat..
eyes dart back and forth cross homeless drifted past lives maybe a few years in the future..
a world away from me
and still only one bad days decision from the streets..
closed eyes feel the raindrops
beat against my mind to remind me
that somewhere right now
your feet also step down some street somewhere..
world around me fades away
and limbs dance thru the air to cadence
as maybe u type letters on a keyboard to me
in a wish from a moment ago..
next moments gleam of BMW rims blinds me
windshield wipers seperate the haves from the have nots puddled gift devoid of dollars to splash across brethren..
tears mix and mingle with mother natures other drops as they wash down my face..
smile and a lent cigarette to a friend who i might have been a few years ago or maybe tommorrow.. “keep ya head up” mumbled well as i stumble on to the store to spend my pocket burning 800 dollars “no thanks” as i bursh away outstretched hand asking for spare change..
callous empathy dried up by years of society training..
the slave is me as i work so hard to get a nine to five to rent an apt and be one month away fromthe siblings who sleep on the sidewalk..
crackled thunder hello father sky wonder where the horizon climbs up to me from..
faster it comes kissing my minds eye with the future brought to here and now..
are u somewhere at the end of the horizon crawling up to me?
ur embrace to replace the winds that whip thru my jacket? ur kiss to replace the tears as they fall.. ur voice to say “here u go” with dollar in outstretched hand withdrawn from mine for an instant to gicve the gift of my love to someone else in even the tiniest amount..
i turn and retrace steps balled up five dollar bill thrust in confounded face… quick turn and step away from thanks as i feel the weight of that 800 dollars weigh me down.. i give one away before i have the chance to think about it..
wandering home to the place where i am even nnow only one month away from losing..
how did the world get like this i wonder..

Author's Notes/Comments: 

are the homeless in the west to be faulted for not wanting to work and struggle in our “culture” just to buy to have to spend to “live” there?

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