by Darrell Petska
he’ll look up his daughter and explain things
once he gets his head on straight.
once he gets his head on straight.
he’s not so old he can’t still kick his habit, find work,
and leave the encampments behind.
Jesus is his one true friend.
his coughing fits will lessen now that he smokes
only bummed cigarettes.
the librarian at Central is a little sweet on him.
he could make a fortune writing a book
about the colorful characters he’s come across.
he really ought to get a dog.
the system is too controlling; it saps a guy’s dignity.
he’s not doing too bad, compared to
many far worse off.
every cloud has a silver lining: he’s learned
how to make do with less.
rock bottom is for the hopeless,
and he has no intention of going there.
come Monday, he’ll start putting his life in order.
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