Nobody seems to notice the homeless
Except the little girl
Piggy backing her fathers shoulder
Slouching, down Hollywood Boulevard
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Nobody seems to notice the homeless
Except the little girl
Piggy backing her fathers shoulder
Slouching, down Hollywood Boulevard
Whenever it feels
I’ve nothing left,
I’ve always got a little.
And a pocket full of salt—
Perhaps I’ve said too little,
perhaps I’ve said too much.
Whichever be the case Fante,
perhaps I’ll Ask The Dust.
If I stay in bed too long
dreaming of the times gone by
There must be something wrong
like not knowing what is right
If I get up and get gone
still daydreaming in the morning light
There must be something wrong
because all I see is black and white
Out there on the road
passing frowns can’t weigh me down
Like songs from days of old
freewheeling there’s no time to tell
She’s been reaching for the sun
did all I could to take her there
Must be doing something wrong
like two children we’re still unprepared
To walk
on our own
As state signs blur
on the road
Yet all this time
we have grown
There’s still this
phantom partner feeling
though we’re on our own.
When you go there’s still coming back
don’t be extreme like who needs that?
There must be something wrong
for me to feel like this and that
She was going either way
it didn’t matter if I saved the day
There must be something wrong
for me to think or feel this pain
Standing in the setting sun
which blinds me now casts shadows on
Reflections on the windowpane
my doppelgänger’s staring back at me
If looks could kill I’d live
my malice spite all gibberish
God knows if I could commit
I’d probably muck it up like a little kid
Whose ball
hits the rim
It bounces far
time and again
The game is rigged
the money’s spent
Yet there’s this
faint glimmer of hope
like there’s a chance to win.
All of us
buried deep
in our private little worlds
so sure that
something
is bound
to give.
Fee-fi-fo-fum
giants
aren’t always
GIANT —
little one
Slithering
slurring
sound,
that I can not understand,
reminds me,
how little I know,
how truly little I am.
And that
for lack of better words,
we
are
the
same.