Calvero's Blog, page 153
July 8, 2016
marla-sinner:
A subtle look 2day
July 7, 2016
xoxohomeless:
“crap art”
xoxohomeless:
This just in…
Homeless people
are not
pieces of...

This just in…
Homeless people
are not
pieces of dog shit
that your eyes have
stepped in.
We now return you
to your regularly scheduled
superiority complex.
July 6, 2016
xoxohomeless:
A punk rock safety pin
that reads...



A punk rock safety pin
that reads Brautigan,
watches M. Monroe movies
& pets strays cats
drops into a human-shaped chalk outline but can’t be heard over the lazy,
wide eyed & waiting silence
of the gutted crime scene
wanting to be told
what to do,
what to think,
what to feel,
what to like,
what to wear.
The human-shaped chalk outline
takes a selfie in its new summer dress from H&M & posts the picture
to its Instagram account.
The picture gets over 200 likes within
the first 2 minutes of being posted.
The safety pin sighs.
It hopes some pigeons
come strutting by
soon
so it’ll have something real
to watch & admire.
July 5, 2016
xoxohomeless:
“outside”
xoxohomeless:
I have feelings like redundant
game show prizes,
...



I have feelings like redundant
game show prizes,
like redundant
game show prizes.
They never seem to get you
anywhere,
do they?
There is
nowhere to go.
There’s only the emptiness
a free lifetime supply
of Taco Bell couldn’t fill.
Please don’t look at me
when I spin in circles
& chase my imaginary tale.
I’m trying to tire myself out
so I can finally rest my head
on this beautiful, apolitical concrete
& fall asleep,
so I can unconsciously color in
the great uncolorable coloring book
by not coloring it in
at all.
“Break your crayons like bones
& laugh,”
is something that echoes in my head
frequently
& I look forward to the warm,
pungent, golden shower-day
when I grow a pair of balls
big & iron enough
to listen.
personalanna:
Good Morning
July 1, 2016
iamhomeless:
When you fall asleep on the subway
your hair...


When you fall asleep on the subway
your hair becomes beautiful drapes
of bacon that light themselves on fire
& your mouth hangs open
like an indirect & mischievous
run on sentence hailing a cab
to the mouth of the boyfriend
I know you have.
I wanted to tell you this in person
but you were asleep
& you’re also a stranger
& you’re also, also
the kind of girl who looks like
she carries pepper spray.











