Homeless

short poetry, words move, man alone, homeless, famous, dreams

surely now,
the Orange will,

break into segments,
small enough to eat.

I choked last time, swallowing it whole.

gonna be a movie star,
once I’m on my feet,

ride around on leather seats,
drunk on adulation.

These days I carry a pocket knife,
I was given,

A portable juicer,
And a hammer,

Just in case.

 

photo – webstockpro.com

Linn for Narcissus at Versus for the Cynical.