Homeless People

David Astonished

He is a Bonfire in his home

the man that lives in the shanty of diagonally placed-refrigerator boxes, an ingenious abode improvised like a stack of instinct, cavelike and now alight

That man, that one that considers the cold morning a good sign of good fare of good treasures, cold-smell is a good sign

Robinson-reborn unto a junkheap discovers new trove boxes daily, packaged goodies carelessly discarded as if the apocalypse weren’t coming

in the coral reef of tossed computer salad he found, the other day, a daily copy of the newspaper, it cried of stock-market crashes and slumps and the sound of the slumps, the thud the market made that perked up several unsuspecting mouse ears

he also came upon a still good sandwich and some now cold beers, by the time he reached the other side, in the outlands he had found a mangy dog, both decided to travel together, as was probably natural the other assumed

befriended as his own, yes this cold morning is a good sign that spurs a song from both

Despite all this he thinks

in addition, contrary to popular belief, he is able to levitate and float over the garbage piles in his mangy suit for reef computer crabs delicately stepping on circuit boards

he cracks them open over his open fire and sucks out their meat

he is able to multiply fish and bread as he pleases, in accordance with scripture

also unknown to most men like the workers that view him from afar crushing cars he is able to heal the sick and drive out the poor in himself as a black sludge emitted from his tearducts, a marvel he revels two or three times a week, what glory the glory of

tears in the form of hot searing tears that loop about his head as a crown of thorns that he then removes and uses to jury-rig an old part from an old tractor to till the land and grow a small feast for his dog

or the burning piles of scripture, a place where they keep all the furniture arms and the various machined parts of children’s toys, a place he loves to hike

the place he lives in is a good place
Despite all these things he thinks, I am warm, I am warm.