Double-Shot Homeless

fish heads edited

 

 

 

 

 

Double-Shot Homeless
we’re all on the brink of crazy. we pick
our scabs in the street, ride
caffeine like horses, take
the hand squeeze.
we wet our faces
when nothing can be done, forget
our words, whisper
when the pain hurts our ears. we eat
what little we can – our guts
crammed with pleas
unspoken.
we wish our mothers would rise. we wish
our mothers would rise. we lose
our sons,
breathe other families heading home.

Pleasures grow small,
laughter crawls.
In the morning, rosella petals,
tissue-thin but, nonetheless, pink.

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About sandrathibodeaux

Poet and Playwright
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6 Responses to Double-Shot Homeless

  1. Judith Steele says:

    powerfully sad

    Judith

  2. Reblogged this on shannon-caroline and commented:
    The ever clever Sandra! x

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