stories from the street

i was homeless for two months recently
involving relatives calling the psych hospital
because i was talking about the FBI and electrocution experiments
so there is that,

but there is nothing like getting out of a medical hospital
for having a WWI soldier;s disease from too much walking
when some man on the bus tells you that you stink
and he persists
even after you explain that you had just gotten discharged
from a medical hospital
and that you were sorry
but still he persists.
i got so mad that i called him something usually unmentionable
and then threw my fucking hospital bag at him,
leaving me to walk from the side of the road
all the way to the worst city in the world
to be homeless in, San Pedro
where the gangs and drug addicts
attack, pester, or confuse you
into wondering what the hell
a house actually is besides some kind of odd armor.

there are too many stories from two months
to be responsible for,
like strolling with a baby carriage full of my things
trying to make it through another LA ghetto
while riot squad cars were hauling the dying off the streets
and then things like not caring about not eating for a week,
sitting down in a restaurant and stealing a meal
while the fucking faggot waiter steals my jacket
for payment when i offered to wash dishes or cook.

i do believe that some of the things were eerie
but really, I wonder
why humanity gets so fucked up on legal and illegal drugs
that they cant cooperate with a man who got on a bus
out of the medical hospital
or donate a cheap meal
to somebody who hasnt eaten in a week
or why they have to charge even a quarter for some ugly fast food tap water.

it is disgusting, not homelessness, which is freedom sometimes
but the way they look at you
after you have just showered in a marina
before kicking your ass off the premises.