November 30/30 - 25/30 - Homeless

Basketball-court halos hobble the ankles of streetcar villains that started out as heroes in their own narratives. Turtleneck mob bosses dictate the rules to a forgotten section of the population. Poverty is pulling pork off of human bones to make sandwiches. Too many people are on the wrong end of the current equation. Change has been coming for a very, very long time. Too long for most. Each violin case holds the body of an infant, every floating box on the river holds a lost home. The winters here are milder than the rest of Canada but I’m sure that doesn’t matter to those who make their homes outside.

The clock is unforgiving. Those who wax poetic about the wonder of nature have never felt it’s lack of mercy. We make our way here because we don’t fit in. And Christmas is coming soon.





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