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

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That one goes that way

this one goes this way

One goes one way

so another goes another way

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Laborers & recovering addicts

young computer game fanatics

fat boy heart attacks

& incompacitated rack-backs

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There’s a student or two

one has the flu

a motley crew of missionites

helps keep the mission going days & nights

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That one goes that way

this one goes this way

One goes one way

so another goes another way

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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…

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That one goes that way

this one goes this way

it’s the latest craze

   homeless men lost in the maze…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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Miracle

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I coughed up a pack of

Marlboros & I don’t

even smoke

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It was another

miracle at

Crossroads Mission

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I awoke in the

early morning darkness with

snickering sinuses

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Put on my hiking boots without

socks & in my long-johns

headed for the latrine

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Over the trash can

I blew my nose then

started coughing

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Plop ~ there they were

a pack of Marlboro cigarettes

on top of the trash

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One tramp tra-la-la

miracle

right there at the mission

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I blamed it on the

dormitory with no air but

40 slumbering men breathing anyway…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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Kicked Out

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My compadres lead me

out of the mission

barely can I move

tightly wrapped-up in my bed sheets

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Outside the front door

they let go of me

I stumble

step forward into a new day

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One of them laughs

& says

“good luck

   old mummy!”

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Blindly

I bumble onward

hardly able to breathe

I gasp

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For my head too

is wrapped up

solidly

but without complaint

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Thru the desert town

of Yuma, Arizona

now

I wander wander

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People look at me

strangely

Cars slow down, stop

they let me pass

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And I

in a muffled voice

proclaim

to all

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“No problem!  I shall

mellow-inate & glow-ify

all these creatures of darkness

by the astral brightness of my starry nature!”

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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Pulaski at The Mission

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With a bad knee

Pulaski holed-up

at the mission

as the full-time janitor

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When I came thru with

my bedroll

he advised me where

I should not lay it down outside

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Not because of

hooligans

but

because of cops

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So I stayed

at

the

mission

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Pulaski trained me

to be

the mission’s next full-time janitor

but it never happened

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After he left to

camp on the river

I ended-up a janitor

only on the weekends

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I blog now

on public-library computers

on week days except Monday when

the library is closed

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I remember Pulaski

bringing me coffee in the early morning when

on the chapel floor

I was barely awake

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He

didn’t

have to

do that

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But I’m

sure

glad

 he did.

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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Raft

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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…

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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…

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An ancient Egyptian entity

breaks through, informs me

that I’m really lying on a small raft

   floating on the celestial Nile…

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   Heading for the grand horizon of heaven…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

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Chapel Floor

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I awoke in a strange place

beneath a strange light

surrounded by dozens of strange men

lying on the chapel floor…

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They were scruffy and bewildered

tossed turned & turned again were they

all sleeping like smiling babies with

wings folded, arrows hidden in rumpled blankets…

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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…

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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…

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I fell down

   dreaming again…

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2011)

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