the rain falls straight tonight
and it is a heavy rain
I lay awake and listen
to the rain fall that sounds like
beak taps on my window
from a bird that refuses
to fly away.
I consider the wet cardboard
the homeless lay on
out there
the mustard yellow finger
that points at feet
reminds me of the creation of Adam.
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the taxpayers
they spend more than what’s in their pockets
on a high street
where empty bags
and rusty cans
and takeaway boxes smeared in ketchup
get puddled by rain.
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in this world
it is far easier to take credit
than feel something about the addict.
I pray some of them get sober
long enough to remember
they have a mother out there.
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I hope they enjoy
a taste of the hard stuff
before night comes
and they realise
consumers only come out
to spend money on things
shiny objects
processed eats
designer fabrics
that will eventually
eat away their wallets like moths.
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this is the goal of capitalism
to root you in your place
justify the 9—5 meat grinder
that like a flood of water
elevates them above the derelicts
sat at their feet
with Buddha eyes and bad posture.
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understand
it is the heavy rain
that stinks up rags
matts the dog fur
rots food many are unable to digest
but is also the rain
that washes away sins
of the street.
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in a world full of other ones
who have long since surrendered
to a capitalist dream
on a heavy rainfall night
only the absent will survive.