Like losing your day job
Waiting at a green light
Mugged at four-thirty a.m.
Think if you were forced to sell,
Cut the cables, donate the dog,
Scavenge and scoff litter
Before directed travel kicks or picks it,
Better than sucking on sleeves,
Friends that fish for favours.
Like a tatty sofa stained with food,
Drying clothes scrunched in bundles
Probed for answers to situations unknown.
David A. Church