Unnamed Streets by Jasen Sousa

Unnamed Streets

He walks down unnamed streets,

strolls by his home, hung-up

on habits that his family doesn’t condone.

There’s not much in life

that he owns, except for a pair

of socks with holes, and sneakers

with worn down soles.

There’s not much in life

that he controls, addiction blankets

dreams and goals, friendly strangers

and demons he has come to know

and like.  He swings for the stars

with a lighter and a pipe.

His darkness has crept into the day

away 

from night.

Everyday a fight, a 12-round-bout

filled with anger and doubt, victories

and failures.  The misery of being

both a fiend and a dealer.

Haven’t heard from him in weeks,

which means he has pockets that leak,

and any spinach he accumulates 

goes to people who live in cities

that don’t have flood gates, drowned

in hate, and don’t care how they

make an extra buck.

Outta money.

Outta pleasure.

Outta luck.

First Published

in

Somewhere Lost

Copyright © 2011 by Jasen Sousa

Copyright © All Rights Reserved by J-Rock Publishing

Library of Congress

Cataloging in Publication Data

ISBN  978-0-9714926-7-7