Snitch

~~~

~~~

He who is below,

he who is the unfortunate

subterranean under

the sea

~

Under

my raft

&

under me

~

My “bunki” if you do “bunki”

which I don’t

no, I don’t

he was watching a movie

~

In bed after lights-out

aye, movie light shouts out

for attention,

you see

~

All this going on

below

the surface

of the raging sea

~

Under my raft

afloat

&

me

~

Well well

when you’re a secret agent

one like

yours truly

~

Bent on snatching

whatever

winks of wishful sleep

that be

~

While an alpha male

wanna-be

once

was he

~

Ruthlessly flickers

that

movie light

you see

~

On a minature

wiz

kid

computery

~

“Johnny, is that

you

glowing in the dark?”

so psychodelicately

~

But his earphones

block

my message

noisily

~

Oh

we must be

kind o’ creep-

ee

~

Tired

so tired

was I

with a sigh

~

“Since when does Johnny Rackback

get to sleep all day

& watch movies

  all night?”

~

Oh woe

woe is

the

night workeree

~

There I stand

in

boxer shorts

only

~

Say-

ing

thus-

ly

~

There

he

sits

wearily wearily

~

Up

he

gets

masterfully

~

Goes

&

says

to he

~

“I’ve

received

a

complaint”

~

And he

below

mutters

silkily

~

“Oh

   crap”

oh lessons

in humility

~

Spare us

please

your

decrees

~

As I drift

away

up

   the celestial Nile…

~

(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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http://www.firstpeople.us

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Crazy Man’s Outfit

~~~

~~~

Look at that outfit

little day-pack

bigger back-pack

side by side like a couple of tombstones

there at the head of my rack

which is the top bunk

the bigger pack swankly wearin’ my hat ~ soiled

and crummy of course

with a teen magazine centerfold of Kristen Stewart

hanging on the wall watching over

this poor old homophobic man’s outfit

all under the fucked-up asbestos ceiling of

this poor old mission

oh & there’s a sprinkler head up there too

ready to go off at the slightest sign of fire

everything I need in the world

right here &

with not a penny in my pocket

or a job to which to go

in the morning

   ho ho ho…

~

(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

~~~

~~~

Mice Lost In The Maze

It’s the latest craze

homeless men in a maze

of rumpled bunk beds

the mission dorm is full o’ bobbing heads

~

That one goes that way

this one goes this way

One goes one way

so another goes another way

~

Laborers & recovering addicts

young computer game fanatics

fat boy heart attacks

& incompacitated rack-backs

~

There’s a student or two

one has the flu

a motley crew of missionites

helps keep the mission going days & nights

~

That one goes that way

this one goes this way

One goes one way

so another goes another way

~

They’ll pray but they won’t vote

dreaming in a plastic dream boat

that won’t float forevermore

   but back on the chapel floor…

~

That one goes that way

this one goes this way

it’s the latest craze

   homeless men lost in the maze…

~

(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

~~~

Miracle

~~~

 ~~~

I coughed up a pack of

Marlboros & I don’t

even smoke

~

It was another

miracle at

Crossroads Mission

~

I awoke in the

early morning darkness with

snickering sinuses

~

Put on my hiking boots without

socks & in my long-johns

headed for the latrine

~

Over the trash can

I blew my nose then

started coughing

~

Plop ~ there they were

a pack of Marlboro cigarettes

on top of the trash

~

One tramp tra-la-la

miracle

right there at the mission

~

I blamed it on the

dormitory with no air but

40 slumbering men breathing anyway…

~

(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

~~~

Pulaski at The Mission

~~~

~~~

With a bad knee

Pulaski holed-up

at the mission

as the full-time janitor

~

When I came thru with

my bedroll

he advised me where

I should not lay it down outside

~

Not because of

hooligans

but

because of cops

~

So I stayed

at

the

mission

~

Pulaski trained me

to be

the mission’s next full-time janitor

but it never happened

~

After he left to

camp on the river

I ended-up a janitor

only on the weekends

~

I blog now

on public-library computers

on week days except Monday when

the library is closed

~

I remember Pulaski

bringing me coffee in the early morning when

on the chapel floor

I was barely awake

~

He

didn’t

have to

do that

~

But I’m

sure

glad

 he did.

~

(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

~~~

Raft

~~~

~~~

I awake homeless

in the shadows of the night

lying on a top bunk in the corner

   of a dormitory full of snoring hacking men…

~

A beaurucrat has explained to me that

eight & a half months from now

I can start getting social security

   I’ll be 62 years old & hopefully still free…

~

An ancient Egyptian entity

breaks through, informs me

that I’m really lying on a small raft

   floating on the celestial Nile…

~

   Heading for the grand horizon of heaven…

~

(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

~~~

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Chapel Floor

~~~

~~~

I awoke in a strange place

beneath a strange light

surrounded by dozens of strange men

lying on the chapel floor…

~

They were scruffy and bewildered

tossed turned & turned again were they

all sleeping like smiling babies with

wings folded, arrows hidden in rumpled blankets…

~

I awoke right in the middle of this

pseudo Michael Angelo on the floor

I didn’t mean for this to happen

my life wasn’t supposed to come to this…

~

I was supposed to be wandering around in

the ghost town called Love, not

waking up in a Goonsville painting

then someone hit me in the head with a hammer…

~

I fell down

   dreaming again…

~

(Copyright Clyde Collins 2011)

~~~