Templeton wondered how his frat brothers would perceive him now
Rolling around inside a dumpster looking for his wallet
As if it couldn’t get worse, he could hear the police sirens getting closer
Still if he didn’t find his wallet it wouldn’t matter if he got away
He might as well get used to living in a metal box
Gifts of food and shelter were always welcome
I have been homeless for three years now
Vying for odd jobs and even odder places to sleep
Every day is a lesson in patience, humility, and humiliation
Today was no exception, even with the holiday
Have some breakfast at the shelter before heading out
Asking for loose change while finding recyclables
Now I sit on this bench wondering where my next day will lead
Knowing that I have little say in the matter
Still thankful for just being alive
Little things matter, but you like to look at the big picture
Even if I told you I wanted the red one, you would get me the blue
The way you complete me leaves me shivering
That is you complete me like death completes life
I don’t know why I even opened the door to my heart to you in the first place
Now I want to evict you from my presence, but I keep giving you a stay from execution
Granting you another lease on my life
Got to learn from your mistakes and wash my hands of this mess
Out damned spot! Out I say!
Silently, invaders float in from above
Never relenting, establishing a foothold
Overwhelming the countryside
Wiping out summer’s last defense!
Evan screamed at the injustice he saw
Crying out to all who were near
He made sure to point his finger at those not able to see it
Only he was blind to the four fingers he pointed at himself
Monica looked at her face in the mirror
Only she would notice the cracks in her facade
New wrinkles at the edges of her lips, eyes that had dark halos
Simples cosmetic touch ups here and there and the mask was complete
Twisting her feelings into a bun and putting an emotional wig over them
Everything seemed just perfect in the artificial bathroom light
Ready as she ever was going to be, it was time to face him for the last time
Taking care not to over pack
Rachel finally closed her suitcase
After tomorrow she would be on her way to England
Vincent always wanted the two of them to travel, but they could never afford it
Even now she was worried about the money, but Vincent had provided her the means
Life insurance could be a blessing at such a down time
Death, or at least ritualistic suicide, faced Cheryl
Ashton loved his spicy food, and Cheryl had said she would match him
Now she was looking at that pizza slice
Green islands of death floated on gooey cheese
Even the gasses escaping the weapon of taste bud destruction hurt her eyes
Reaching for the hot sauce, Ashton added a healthy dose, smiled, and took a bite
Darting to and fro
And leaping into the air
Never missing the beat
Capturing the soul of that moment
Enshrined in inspired sweat
Plotting a new course
By tacking into the wind
Not sure that was smart
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