None Yet
Another snowy day which will become a snowy night
No socks on my feet
My boots are wet
I have raw, red blisters.
Go into a McDonald's
And sit in a corner.
Lift my wet feet out of wet boots
And rest them on the cold tiles, lightly.
On the wall there is a framed picture of Ronald McDonald
A teardrop frozen upon his face
The way the white powdered skin of his lips is sheathed tight
Beneath a red painted frown
Looks like skin sheathing a swollen *****
Bellevue psychiatric hospital staff wheel me around
In a quaint wooden wheelchair
And listen to me tell them about the cat I have to feed
The rent I have to pay
My endless retreat
Then release me back to the streets
With dried boots and dried feet.
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