Homeless One And Too Poem by James Daniel Gabriel

“Homeless”
No. order here.
Conflict driven.
Intuition for the
Purpose of defiance.
Ridicule and redundancy,
Hold the respect.
And a small fry.

“Homeless, Part Too”
“This is mine.”
“Nothing is mine, ” I replied.
“do as I say, ” I think.
“my house, my way.”
“your world, my prison.”
I believe I remember the arrangement.
“Believe as I do.”
“I don’t believe in anything.”
Despite us both.
“You need help.”
“you’re not helping.” I know this.
And you do to.