Clothes-
Old,
Torn,
Loose,
And unclean-
A homeless man
Stumbling down the street:
Knowing that he's in the world-
Yet apparently
Being patronised by
Some very grotesque dream.
And anything said to him,
When anything is said at all:
Seems so ludicrous-
Whether anyone thinks he is,
Or isn't dangerous-
As he likes to say to himself,
With what little sanity he has left-
Upon the streets of this city,
He's pretty much seen and heard it all...
And he's curious.
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