Scraps
Scrimping up scraps
Outside of a local museum
Scraps
Of food
Scraps
To eat
Scraps
To sell
Smoke
Scraps
For
One
More
Fix
To stave off
The hunger
The heat
An Inimitable opponent
Energy flows everywhere
All at once
Too much
Crave the quiet
Too intense
For delicate souls
One
More
Hit
To make it through
Another day
Of
Pounding solitude
Some comfort in conversations
With strangers
Telling of plans to fix and build
Strangers grimace
Hurry away
Some
Barely Look
These strangers find solace that their lives look much different than yours
Privileged
For you are the unhoused "homeless" bum
Their reminder that it could be them
You are "unloved"
Haven't heard from family for years
For fear of catching disappointment in their tone
Resentment swimming in their eyes
Eventually you wonder what their eyes look like at all
It all fades a little more
With
One
More
Hit
Plans to crumble a wall thwarted by local authorities
Drop the hammer and chisel
It blocks your happiness
From flowing
If only it could disappear
Everything might be different
You feel too much
You crave the quiet
Last night you went out searching
Walking further than intended
Enjoying your euphoric high
The one you chase with abandon
You wandered a little too far
Searching for something
In the middle of the iron tracks you found it
Quiet
You breathed it in
And then it hit you!