Dead Good Poets Society calls again

There's another Dead good Poetry Society meet tonight and this time the topic is Causes. So drawing on my experience of homelessness and my work at Blackpool Shelter, I have chosen this as my topic. The following are tonights poems, although the latter is the freewriting of ten minutes ago

tomorrow i might die
i am a street rat
eating what i can pillage

tomorrow my stomach might give up hope
and i might faint in the street
trodden trash- wasted in the gutter

tomorrow they might clean the streets
my all consuming fear
my wasted food cleared away by fat men

the hunger is palpable
and freezes my insides,
i’d cry if i had energy

and when i piss myself for warmth
i might die, and that will be how i am found
preserved- a dirty street rat
deserted starved


Pleasantly Palatable

I walk by because I’m scared not better
Though I do not know this yet.
A lovely life has sweetly showered me so easily
Though I do not know this yet.
And the bubble in which I currently dwell is frail and prone to fail
Though, I do not know this yet.

Now my mask is fallen
The bones laid bare on the pavement
Revealing a puddle of disgusting person
The train is not derailed, the rails are not there
And I’m rejected to the concrete.

I sit there the lowest of the low defeated
Though I did not know this then.
I wake at 3.26 each morning crippled with agonising cold
Though I did not know this then.
Suddenly I’m a charity, eating what they permit
Though I did not know this then.

Now I’m in disguise
The blue print of my life
Concealed in body but not in mind.
The script now edited for public consumption
Accepted now that I am pleasantly palatable.