August 7, 2019
written for the Homeless to Hope Benefit Concert
silence the ringing filth
of a late night’s vibrato. in
the sneaky hours of the morning,
empty bottles and parking spaces
form a hushed choir, a
privileged quiet, a soundtrack
to the aftermath of the discord
that comes with alcohol. before noon,
the homeless are a cappella,
writing songs and signs
“All I want is a joyful duet.
A movement instead of an elegy.”
pandemonium presses play
and the chaos loops again.