Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Under the Bridge

beyond the edges of sobriety
pass a bottle, take a turn
with the dredges of society
light a fire, watch it burn

no one left who cares
nothing left to lose
long since out of prayers
will soon be out of booze

trying to dull the hassle
underneath a blanket heap
living in a cardboard castle
numb enough to fall to sleep


  1. The "non-people" in our peripheral vision that most try to ignore, yet once we've seen they are difficult to forget. Great capture on tough subject matter, Charlie.

  2. This is a tough subject. I have worked with the homeless before. It broke my heart...It angered me...It left me feeling hopeless.

  3. THIS is lovely! I soooo love your blog :)

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