Homeless

January 25, 2010
By IanME GOLD, Baltimore, Maryland
IanME GOLD, Baltimore, Maryland
13 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Down deep, the Baltimore night
side streets hum like a Mississippi porch




-they whisper-
Creaking rocker on rotting wood




-deterioration-

a shadow casts over rusting fire escapes
clinging nostalgic brick walls;
pleasant days looming over
like playground bullies
dangling the thing most desired
just
out
of
reach
Rattle, mumble

Sway forward, sway backward
Baltimore baby Christ
Swaddled in a holy sleeping bag.
Your unsung manger, your invisible cross—
Herod and Pilate high five—
Bethlehem backstreets, Jerusalem brick walls
where you die.



-creaking rocker-


Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 0 comments.



SciArc

MacMillan Books

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!