I have to get across this mental block, refine my own patois.
Rugged and suffocating in a swathe of desire. I degenerate-
stuff up with all kinds of strange garb my armoire. I am stranger
and weirder than I seem. Why do I look so normal? Except that.
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Homelessness is not a landmark we want to see. An indictment on us all. We all must help.
Exactly! That's why I wrote this poem- to try and alert us. Homelessness has become a significant problem where I live. And I realize we must all be kind of in shock.