Monday, August 16, 2010

I know men who wait in alleys
they wait for the night
for the sunrise
they wait with hunger in their belly's
with death in their eyes
they wait till the piss in their pants dry; then they don't smell so bad
sometimes they wait for drugs, or bitter alcohol, or a mother to bring them home
there are days they wait for God's Soldiers, or prayers like a warm bed
sometimes they wait on street corners, or cold sidewalks, or between lines of a poem


Juice Box said...

Some strong phrases here. I like the flow too.

Anonymous said...

Most Excellent keep these blog gems coming.


Robert Lloyd said...

This is a strong poem that has and near underlying hate. It stirs emotions and visuals and thats good. Thanks for sharing.

Anonymous said...

Great stuff SC. In a way, we are all waiting for the piss in our pants to dry, no?


Mary said...

You really bring people to life, get inside them!