i am looking up from the sky
i am writing on a piece of cardboard a three letter poem
shoes are peeling
i found them dumpster diving with my friend ron
they only had a little smell
what i had on were worse
on the shoes i found the rubber is like a mouth
on the bottom of the shoe
but i did not smell
i said a silent prayer to jesus that the blisters would heal
ron is on his second forty ouncer and it is 10:30 in the morning
i try to wait till after the can run to drink
buzzed, pushing a shopping cart down a alley digging in the trash
when fine chicks in bikinis are walking by and surfer dudes
and i got this big head of hair and a holy t shirt and fuucked up jeans thats all i could say about my pants
i did not find good pants in the trash
when i got desperate i stole goodwill bags late at night i wanted to be a nice dressed bum

very moving Jimmy

Life is sad, and very cruel,, nice write,,

the brutality of our world, is often times, the most poetic

Sad reality in this write (((Jimmy)))