a six year sentence….of movement from place to place…town to town…never wanting to be in the here and now….always looking down the road….

subways…busses…parked cars..making beds in church basements…park benches….metal chairs….finding corners in libraries…all is fair in the finding of sleep….

and always watching over the shoulder….one eye always open…a constant apraisal…of mugs…thugs…drugs….mental cases…junkies stealing sugar packets at Starbucks….bathrooms in disarray….

not knowing the next step…or….where I will land…could be anywhere…

maybe….next to you…