Denver, for the homeless.

my mind it wanders
as i walk the streets of denver
my mind it wonders
how they keep it together

walking in the morning
stepping over the sleeping
they litter the streets like
streaks on the wall when the…
mind starts leaking

truth
like a rusted gate
or loose tooth
swinging from
a strand of flesh

the meat that holds
the glue that sears
as your hands collapse
and time it folds
into itself

my mind it wanders
as i walk the streets of denver
stepping over the sleeping
huddled transient masses