John-Ward Leighton

CONCRETE PILLOW

So, you’ve got the blues
tits up on the sidewalk
outside an all night porno shop.
The customers step over your
body in search of a life.
What chances to one would
see me in your place?
There is a twisted grin
on your grubby face
are you having a sweet dream
or only a drug induced hallucination?
I should check you for a pulse
but do I want to spend my day
on your problems?
Your chest moves
so you are breathing.
I’ll leave you here
covered with the blanket
of indifference.

Cozy,
on your
concrete pillow.