One of my poems about life on the street.


Drink – Michael Arnold


I am lifted from reverie

To see beyond horizons of my soul 

in a place that has no place on earth.


I improvise my thoughts

And at risk of driving myself mad

Open my eyes wide.


A renaissance confronts me;

Random figures-naked- walk before me.

Are they Gods, the beautiful people


Dining on ambrosia,

Existing in pockets of sun

Within verdant pastures?

Have I been transported here?


I wrestle with a haze of thoughts,

Hoping to ignore the truth.

Drink has raped my mind once more.


I am ensnared in this filthy doorway,

My few belongings beside me;

My world is controvert and dark.

I pick up my bottle.



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