Calvero's Blog, page 154
June 30, 2016
iamhomeless:
My place in history -
inside an empty, cat...
My place in history -
inside an empty, cat hair-covered
Carlo Rossi wine jug
left beside a McDonald’s dumpster
with a small cardboard “plaque”
that no one taking out the trash
ever stops to read
but says,
“Here lies the greasy, slothful,
cloud-like deeds
of HOMELESS…
The only starving artist
EVER
who somehow
constantly put on weight
rather than lose it.
Fat ass…”
June 29, 2016
iamhomeless:
A lonely Mexican
waiting/hoping for work
sits on...
A lonely Mexican
waiting/hoping for work
sits on the sidewalk
next to an empty rocking chair.
He looks like an exhausted
Chaplin pratfall on loop
but the empty rocking chair
isn’t laughing. The empty rocking chair
hasn’t had an ass sit on its face
since LBJ was in office & lost
its sense of humor somewhere around
the end of The Vietnam War.
But the lonely Mexican
keeps trying anyway,
sitting there with the rocking chair,
alone,
falling over & over,
& the only applause he receives
is the sound of my footsteps walking by,
dissolving our time together
like the end credits to
“Stand By Me.”
He deserves
more.
June 28, 2016
iamhomeless:
Puff out your clean shaven,
macho, oxymoron-chest...
Puff out your clean shaven,
macho, oxymoron-chest
& let all the women of the world
fall for it.It’s okay.
I know better.
My childhood teddy bear told me
the truth about your kind.
“Don’t worry,” he said.
“All of their hearts
have really small dicks.”
June 27, 2016
iamhomeless:
Decaying with grace.
“Pinkies up” as you sip on...
Decaying with grace.
“Pinkies up” as you sip on Draino.
Your insides were never fashion
forward to begin with.
