Poetry
In the bank parking lot there is a series of broken rainbows
Addiction a hole of stickiness
And unsavouriness
She's sitting on the pavement in a grey hoody with a charcoal matchpatch attempting to
Burn her name into faux leather
Tethered to the addiction
A self destruction hack
Caravaggio book under my arm
From the free book bin
I pass by one of the homeless twins
Pushing her portable grocery cart
I photographed her and her sister way back when
Before my house fire
I say 'give my regards to your
sister'
The theft into oblivion is thick with
Shattered lives and fractured
Leaving and unsettling circumstances.
Transparency to the outside
World which is imploding
Like a match sticks
Lost ember.
Francis A Willey
Oct14th 2017
Smoking crack through a roll of lifesavers
2017