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Keeps crying down…a poem

December 18th, 2011 | Posted by Carey Fuller in Homelessness | Poetry - (1 Comments)
wet asphalt

    Asphalt brown, muddy slick Rain keeps crying down, crying down Desperate voice outside my window Talking ‘bout will he see tomorrow   She sees little girls destitute Sell their bodies to predators On the loose   Gotta do something, she says to herself Instead of being like everyone else Tired of watching pretenders …
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Maggie reading book to Gandalf

Today started out as it normally does, me fighting with Maggie to get dressed and off to school but because Maggie’s been sick for the last 3 days, she didn’t go today and together we went to pick up Gandalf. When we got him into the van, the first thing I noticed was the greenish …
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Isn’t what it looks like

December 3rd, 2011 | Posted by Carey Fuller in Homelessness | Poetry - (1 Comments)

A roll of toilet paper sits On my dash Along with a toothbrush, a book And some petty cash   But this isn’t what it looks like   Dirty laundry hidden in a sack Stuffed behind the driver’s side Waits for the laundromat Next time   Sleeping bags rolled up tight Are neatly on the …
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27 Degrees

December 1st, 2011 | Posted by Carey Fuller in Homelessness | Poetry - (0 Comments)
Frost

As some of you know, I often write poems behind the steering wheel of my mini van and last night I wrote another while staring rather absent minded at the car parked next to me as frost quickly spread across the hood and roof, looking like tiny diamonds in the street light. Sometimes I never …
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