At 3:23 a.m.,
laying in bed,
unable to sleep,
I heard it again,
some street person's
shopping cart full of cans
rattling down the street.
And I thought
one day it could be me out there,
scrambling for cans,
eating at missions,
sleeping in doorways.
When you hear that sound
listen.
Copyright 2008 David Elsey
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
THE WRITERS WHO SAVED ME
Once it was Emily Dickinson,
once it was Raymond Chandler,
and many times Bukowski.
They drug me up
from the rock-bottom world.
This is not hyperbole,
just the god-damned fucking truth.
Copyright 2008 David Elsey
once it was Raymond Chandler,
and many times Bukowski.
They drug me up
from the rock-bottom world.
This is not hyperbole,
just the god-damned fucking truth.
Copyright 2008 David Elsey
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