Mental
The Bus is taken away from me and eye am forced to walk on city streets no guide book on my arm or hand to help me be a man to bark at passerbyes to curse the actions of controlling forces to numbly stumble to the places eye call home. Mental. Homelessness personified now completely at the mercy without a ride of any kind to carry me to bed. My Head. Mental. On this day November 13, 2007 Tuesday my calm has come apart my bus ride did depart. Once would be enough twice is your business there will be now no third time for me this rude has made a man of me. Mental. Now the eye will walk.
