8 June 2012

Cockroach God


Skid row junkies shuffle dance like broken bears

They smile spoiled milk and stink of stale sweat and rotted cloth

The zombie nation has risen

Semi stiff cardboard men – flaccid humanity face down in the gutter

Hostile corners teem with cockroach people

Knives half shut with disgraceful wings

Blood is brown clotted on the lips

Of scarecrow men with hair on fire

Three overcoats wrapped around breathless bodies

Dull drunk and frenzied sober faces

Searching for significance

Thirsty souls on a death mission

Dance the tremens for a sawbuck blow

Every bindle stiff who can lift his lids

Eyes you up for the short prize

“Can you spare some change… “

And why are you here?



Did you get lost?

Are you passing through, or have you joined the congregation of the cockroach god?


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