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Matted hair
Worn souls
Tattered tales
Patched holes
Amber ale
Five fold
Staring red eyed down the alley way
Dumpsters frame the skies of gray
Garbage is a place to lay
When hunger makes a rebel sway
Or stray from strength
And fall in stench
Alive by night, asleep by day
The blare of noon will wake him up
A collared heart, a savage pup
The picket fences weren’t enough
Nor were the steeples
Sunburned
Leathered rather
Face frothed
With lager lather
Fountain bath
Coming after
Pigeon droppings
From the rafters
Hidden deep
A heart that feels
And longs for meaning
Respect and meals
Not for food but company
Not for shoes but eyes that see
Past dumb decision
And unhealthy patterns
Harmful addictions
And through to what matters
A traveler
Throwing himself on concrete stairs
At the old catholic church on fifth and Madison
Crying himself to sleep
Lord, have mercy on me, a sinner.
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