Who elected this?

Legions of the lost and battalions of beggars that beggar belief, a twenty-first don’t mention me century, how to avoid the pitfalls when the walls are caving in when the night comes with disclaimers, what if the day begins and you’re not there? When your speech comes out as frozen words, you know that it’s…

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Laments

‘There’s no place like home’ unless your home is a canvas tent set up on pallets to keep the damp at bay, unless your home is the cardboard strip that strips your pride away, Homelessness attaches to it no stigma! how big of ya to say so when you’re sat in your show home, which…

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The streets of Christmas town

looking at crazy like you think it’s okay, what is it? whatever gets you through the day? people got to have their say? say it ain’t so. On the off chance it was just a trade I made a bet with madness and saw the sadness locked inside in so many people locked outside…

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Bedrock

Home ( less) is where the start is, when you become a magnet for misfortune and a scapegoat for those who would look down on you, those who’d pass you by without a second glance by some grace be it God’s or some other deities there are places where though ill at ease you can…

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Tough lodgings

The rough sleepers keeping diaries of near misses and misadventures staying alone and alive living on their wits eschewing assistance except from the social and the occasional good Samaritan. Jesus plays his part, free tea in the park meals at the mission seems god is fishing for converts, but It’s hard to believe in a…

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Breaking

Someone say a prayer for all the homeless people stuck out there, you can say it with your gin when you’re in somewhere nice and warm. a prayer’s a prayer wherever it’s said. These are the cold nights steel blue nights when bones crack. cardboard is no defence against the unrelenting elements someone say a…

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Outside of Utopia

Tribal rituals . is failure habitual? are we addicted to doom? how much room in the abyss? Bury your heads in the sand and you win a tail to pin on the ass that you are, the bigger man pulls the trigger can you? I’m watching for those that fall through the cracks from the…

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Black Friday

Trip over the feet of the man at ‘Marks’, fast asleep in the doorway, a pretence of a lay-by on a street where the days fly away a cardboard canopy for cover, we don’t know how lucky we are. Familiar sounds of the family around me, turkey and the trimmings, brimming with joy toys for…

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