a Laptop, some Poems, and...
Breathing Is Me
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He sits Alone on a curbside Throne He's what's Known as an Unknown He needs a sum for some Rum or some Gin to be Numb God spare him the Sin It's cold as ice, his bones are stiff He sighs a frozen cloud He hates this place, he'd like to live Not just survive the crowd All of these people, all of these homes They're fed and they're warm All of this comfort, all of this calm While he starves in the storm Snowflakes in the Streetlight The Indifference of the City None listen when he talks right So he mutters Self Pity Hey man Could you spare a dollar? I'm scared I won't live much longer I watch the Sky from a window on High Starlight's polluted from sight A pack on my back a laptop but the rest Would prompt a cop to arrest The buzz is nice, the couch is warm I breathe a poison cloud A wasted night, a wasted mind To blur into the crowd A room full of friends, a room full of drink But I'm lonely and I'm pained. It makes little sense, but it's harder to think With a fuzz still clouding my brain Boredom kills a fun night So we head out in the cold I know the frost should still bite But the Bourbon's taken hold Hey man Could I bum another? I'm scared I can't take the pressure He watches us walk We misplace our feet I'm watching him sit In a tent by the street He's wondering if we've Got change we could spare I'm wondering if he Smells Bourbon in the air Burgers on the corner I'm hanging with the guys He's prepping for the coroner Decomposing for the flies I eat until I'm full and then I Offer him the rest He takes it Shamefaced and then he Breaks his Daily Fast We leave him in the cold cause I'm shivering The buzz is no longer delivering Back to the dorm where it's warm and I realize I'd forgotten something My backpack Inside is a laptop, some poems, and a bottle of bourbon His heart starts in his chest He's staring at the bag I left His fingers mind themselves Unzip the top to mind the contents The ethics of this are illusive Self pity is more conclusive I was entitled to lose it 'Cause I was so sure to abuse it Pawn shop down a block Was he not more deserving? Hypothermic shock Is a thought so unnerving As for the bourbon that disappears here So much for the cold and the fear The steps of the Devil are drawing quite near The demons on hold for the clear But the Guilt sets in when he starts up the laptop Sees all of my music's not backed up Reads a few poems and chokes up Then he drops it... and runs Hey man... I'm scared... Hey man... I'm scared... I promise it's all nothing but sewer-bound poison Decide to rather be in pain but learning to be Happy Than to rather be Miserably Numb It's funny how little it seems to matter Until the stakes are high enough to shake you into Sobriety
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