Homeless.
Shelterless.
A man
with no refuge.
A refuse
of society.
A hapless
unfortunate byproduct
of a
deluge of disappointments
of all sorts
and sizes.
A destitute man.
A social clown -
ridiculed,
mocked,
stepped upon,
pushed under,
buried
in the dark
recesses
of an
unforgiving
uncomprehending mind.
Is this who I am?
Is this all I could ever be?
Who am I?
Who am I, really?
Summer 1996