Mortgages and wages and pensions are but pennies to be dished out in alleyways;
out and into the woolly-pavement hat of a homeless bidder.
Keys clanging, I go forth into my own future,
in search of my not-quite-paid-up-for car.
Croaking and spluttering, it, and I,
start, spit and pause
chewing on our hopes and plans for a self-sufficient tomorrow;
distracted by abstractions. And, knowing,
that the absurd is, in itself,
sufficient for us now.
But knowing that
for the man,
in the alley –
for himself, and for his hat –
our pennies are, for him, all of his yesterdays,
and are, for now, and tomorrow, less than sufficient and more than
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, March 2019
Dedicated to all who live on the pavements of Ipswich in Suffolk, UK.
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