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

Pretending that they care

 

Behind the driver’s side again

Little boys dancing up ahead

Candy man came and went

Gave them all poison

Locking them up

Inside their heads

 

Pimps of poverty go driving by

Hiding behind city badges

Benevolent incarceration

To

Hide criminalization

Of you

 

And the rain

Keeps

Crying

Down

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 tinge in his face and his shaking hands. I asked him what was wrong and he told me he ran out of the painkillers the hospital gave him and he was in a world of hurt. He tried to take a bite of mashed potatoes and a sip of water and it sent his pancreas into a world of hell. He’s pretty much on an all liquid diet but every now and then, he gives in to his cravings for food.

I ran him up to Catholic Community Services for bus tickets because he has to go to a hospital in downtown Seattle known as Harborview tomorrow but that’s if he isn’t hurting so bad or has a seizure and gets taken by ambulance to the nearest hospital. He had a prescription that needed to be filled and since he has no insurance, I told him I would pay to get it filled. We drove up the hill to Walgreen’s and dropped it off and had to wait until 2 pm to pick it up. Once it was ready, we returned to the library and the first thing I saw were several homeless youth standing together and a police officer putting Lucas into cuffs. Lucas saw my van and called out to me: “Carey! They’re arresting me for trespassing but I never got a warrant or any citation that I was trespassed!” I recorded the arrest because this isn’t the first time Kent police officers have arrested youth and then nothing show up on record.

I dropped Gandalf off at the library for awhile knowing he had a few errands to do and “Kid” had agreed to tune up my van so we drove back up the hill to an auto supply store and got what we needed. “Kid” wasted no time getting to work eplacing spark plugs, wires, etc. When we got back down the hill to the library just before it closed, “Kid” traded places in the passenger seat with Gandalf. My 8 year daughter helped him get into the van and put the seatbelt around Gandalf. Just prior to getting in, Gandalf went on camera for me and I warn you now, what he says may pull at your heart strings. He asks the viewer to please forgive him for crying….

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 back seat

Vying for space next to

My daughter’s favorite toy

 

But this isn’t what it looks like

 

Cooler and a cooker

Wrapped in plastic bags

Serve as a makeshift kitchen

When the weather’s just right

 

And while we’re living

On four wheels

We’re doing the best we can

Especially since everybody knows

 

This isn’t what it looks like

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 know where my next source of inspiration comes from but this poem came to me like an old Muddy Waters blues number. Enjoy!

 

27 Degrees

 

It’s 27 degrees out baby

But you wouldn’t know that

Less you were out here

Shackled

To the cold blooded night

 

I’m runnin’ like a fire

Right before it dies

Ain’t that what poor folks do

Once the light dies in their eyes

 

27 degrees out baby

But you wouldn’t know that

Less you were out here

Shackled

To the cold blooded night

 

Golden handcuffs you’re wearin’

They shine so bright

Tell me,  tell me, can you feel it

When they’re on too tight?

 

I’m watching the frost sparkle up

Like tiny diamonds might

Cuz

It’s 27 degrees out baby

But you wouldn’t know that