Chris the Bum

There you are.

Sleeping in the bushes behind the cemetery on Santa Monica Boulevard.

Life is hard. 

Your refrigerator box needs mending.

Maybe a shave and a hair cut 

will mix better signals gotta,

gotta get some booze in the system it's

almost two. 

What's your name?

here's mine.

 -time- 

is of the essence, Chris.

how's your history

what's your story

you're boring?

that's okay

there's dick to do, we've got all day

i'll buy you shoes.

and by the way i dig your dumpster dance, 

the hustle is priceless. 

there's that smile!

it's me.

yeah.

that's right.

we've been locking eyes for over a week 

now

here's five dollars.

I don't care what you do with this.

but if you'll tell me why,

i'll make that five a ten 

-my friend.

so tell me...

really.

and for eight years now.

well that isn't interesting at all.

why don't you just get a job?

"This is my f*****g job you f*****g c**k sucker!!!"

well said.

here's that five take care.

© jnw

Reviews

[Jeremy Wyatt]

Love this, know the sort of guy.....
Used to give them food so they couldn't buy drugs or booze, but gave them cigarettes, hmmmm..no logic there.... Great writing Jesse x

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

you have a very original way of expressing yourself...very very interesting.

[Siddhartha]

a two-thumbs up for refreshing originality...and applause for executing it brilliantly...

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LMAO..I love the gaps to fill in what he's saying..and the personification of time..priceless!

[Silence]

wow, this was odd but I actually felt the need to read it a couple times! I really like your surreal writing style! Keep up the good work!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

very different, awesome

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

You have a good kind of split personality feel to this poem, someone who wants to be more than homeless but feels trapped inside. Good write my friend.