I did not know

what I was doing most days

pinging around like a pinball

buffeted between flippers

ricocheting from place to place

trying to make sense of it all

& every now & then

the game would go tilt

die on me

& I’d have to start over

some of those times

I’d end with nothing

be homeless no place to stay

I’d put a box here a bag there

& try to sleep wherever I could

the worst of being on the street

is the tired

not being able to be safe

makes it hard to get good sleep

& you end up 24 hour tired

making poor decisions

grabbing on to whatever

comes your way

might end the torment

which is why I ended up

with some of the shack jobs I did

other mad fools needing sleep

somewhere someone something

to hold on to

might provide a minute of peace

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