2012-10-19T00:00:54-07:00October 19th, 2012|Musings on life|

The downtown eastside

They wander the streets
a dirty maze
numbing the question

how did I get here

and as I drive by them
huddled under awnings
yelling at the sky
I wonder why it’s my stomach that hurts
not my heart

I am reminded of the lobsters at the market
when I was a kid
how I used to watch them
climbing over each other
looking for ways to escape
the glass walls

those black eyes
the angry stare
of knowing
your fate.

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