under the bridge
a breeze blew up
and stirred the papers
where i had written
the words that i birthed
i don't own anything
i mean of any value
if i did i would
sell it drink it up
i have a twenty
year old van
that i live in
and get around
but last night
nearly sending them scattered
across the filthy parking lot
you would have thought
a thief came by
and tried to
steal my child
i grabbed and
reached spilling
my drink as
i caught them
a breeze blew up
and stirred the papers
where i had written
the words that i birthed
i don't own anything
i mean of any value
if i did i would
sell it drink it up
i have a twenty
year old van
that i live in
and get around
but last night
nearly sending them scattered
across the filthy parking lot
you would have thought
a thief came by
and tried to
steal my child
i grabbed and
reached spilling
my drink as
i caught them