Homeless men there you are, sweeping the road,
High in the alcoves of the liquors you find,
Pirouetting as you do in the noon time traffic:
I wonder if you’ve seen the entire country and tasted
The tears of its Siamese oceans:
I wonder what you have done, like loose change
Discarded by the existence of those who can't
Be your peers:
And I am too lonely to be like you, except by the
Fires of my insouciant inebriations,
While I call out to you like panhandling, like a little
Child looking up to a wiser brother through
The make believe tombstones of a graveyard
Set up around him,
As if those were the things he was meant to believe.
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