Risk Rap

Rapping About a World at Risk

Homeless Shelter

bitter winds bite a desperate heart
early darkness unsheathes a slivering moon

the perfect celestial sickle
threatens to thresh exposed digits

wayward trundlers heaving bulky sacks of woe
scutter down the city’s darkest side streets

making haste to the only lighted room
that still welcomes them

cots boast lumpy clots
of errant springs and jagged hooks

grappling the lodger atop a mattress
in bumpy knots of institutional green

coughs and snores, cusses and laughter,
sighs and tears all ceaseless prayers,
some mumbled, some shouted, some thought,
some farted, some sang, some roared

Speaking mutely of the weighty day
resenting new hard memories
hoping for a dreamless sleep

jbm
NYC
12/31/08

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December 31, 2008 - Posted by | homelessness, poetry | , , , , , ,

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