We’re not quite ready-for-posting yet today here at f/k/a, due to even more distractions than usual. But, we’ve been thinking quite a bit about the homeless recently — and especially this distressing trend — and I’m going to put up a few one-breath poems to tide our faithful visitors over until the full presentation is ready later this afternoon.
— I’d usually say “enjoy,” but this time maybe “reflect” is more appropriate.
deep
in the scent of summer
a homeless man
autumn wind—
a leaf and homeless man
cross paths
……………………….. by Andrew Riutta
“deep” – Roadrunner (Winter 2005)
skid row
a man snores beneath
yesterday’s headlines
*
bus stop
a man with one leg
lives here
*
tow away zone
under
the
sign
men
asleep
……….. by Ed Markowski
school’s out 
the homeless man
crosses the street
… by dagosan
for this homeless body
of mine, spring’s
first day
…………… by Issa, translated by David G. Lanoue
I would like to go to the cemetry
site where “Frenchie” is buried to
pay my respects. Where is he
buried?
Comment by Valarius A. Maximus — October 18, 2008 @ 11:02 am
I do not know the answer to your question, Valarius. I suggest that you contact the reporter who wrote several pieces about Frenchie — Shaun Byron at (248) 745-4685 or shaun.byron@oakpress.com.
Comment by David Giacalone — October 18, 2008 @ 11:11 am