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Postcard from Home

Postcard said he checked two shelters last night
They all full and I got there early
I had to sleep at the airport – no one likes to sleep on the blue line

Postcard said he checked at three shelters Christmas night

Postcard keeps himself groomed and ready to work
Nobody got no work
Nobody got no money
All the shelters fillin’ up
And I got there early

I wondered who felt better
After the burgers and coffee

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Sunday, June 09, 2013

The seagull screamed like an angry old lady
In a pink terry cloth jumpsuit and nappy braids
Chrystal blues eyes sharper than 1929
Jowls flapping like the Chicago politicians she hated

The creatures of the night
Fresh-faced and well-rested
Under the trees talking to God
Under the trees talking to Louis
Under the trees talking to no one

Seagulls barrel roll attack lunch remnants
Like fighter pilots from another time
French Fries not French men the targets
One of the seagulls screamed like an angry old lady