Prophetic words can came from unexpected places…
Homeless, Man
He sat on a concrete couch
Overlooking an asphalt river
Its banks colonized
With big boxes of all sorts
And this specific mourning
Passers rush bye
Caught up in nothing
Resembling a tension
As he announces
Rather madder-of-factly
“We live in a grand manor of fools”
And a busyness man
A regular
Is off to the razes
You could see in his efface
Warn of daze gone buy
As wince again
Calling attention to no won in particular
“We live in a grand manor of fools”
“You’re dozin’, dozin’, man”
In grossed in other whys
As they scurry long
What is herd
Won more time
“Are you a manor mouse?”
Yet no one new anything other
Accept per chance
What someone needs
A resting, man
Beyond pedestrian
As rows of cars
Line up long
That asphalt river
Neatly cued
Between the banks
Never quite noticing
The big hows
