The Chant of the Homeless

This week we have a great new writer, Larry Quinn. A combat Viet Nam veteran,101st airborne recondo (RECONnaissance/commanDO) specialist. Larry holds a Bachelors of Fine Arts in speech/communication. He is a song writer and musician, actor and director. As with to many of our veterans, Larry has. at times, been homeless.

Mr. Quinn is not shouting, it’s just that he writes in all CAPS – sort of an anti e e cumings

The Chant of the Homeless

Larry Quinn\May 2015

HO – OMMMM… HO – OMMM

THE CHANT OF HOMELESS SOULS, GATHERING IN MILLING THRONG,

RANG THROUGH A MOONLESS VENICE FOG, AND PARADE OF DOWN THE VENICE PIER AND KNELT UPON THE GOLDEN BEACH

HO – OMMM…HO – OMMM

THE TORTURED CRESCENDO OF HOMELESS SOULS

ECHO ALONG THE DARKENED CORRIDORS

OF THE VENICE ELITE,

AND FARTHER INLAND SPILLS OUT

ONTO THE SLEEPING RESIDENTS, OWNERS OF THE GOLDEN BEACH TOWN –

THE HOMELESS SOULS ROSE FROM THE DARK

FOGGY OCEAN, TIMIDLY MARCHING OUT ONTO

THE GOLDEN SAND, CLAMORING FOR PURCHASE

ON THE STRUCTURES OF THE FORTUNATE

WHO SLEEP IN THEIR GOLDEN BEDS –

OH – OMMM…OH – OMMM

THE HOMELESS CHOIR OF LOST SOULS,

BEREFT OF HOME OR BED, DIGGING HOLES

IN THE SAND TO BURY THEIR STAINED,

WORN CLOAKS OF TORN DIGNITY, UNTIL SOME DAY THEY MAY REVEAL A PINCH OF PRIDE

IN A BROKEN SMILE, OR AN UNWASHED,

OUTSTRETCHED HAND,

CLUTCHING A NICKEL AND A DIME –

HO – OMMM…HO – OMMM

SOULS OF HOMELESS MEN, WOMEN AND HUNGRY CHILDREN,

BEGAN TO CURL AROUND THE DOORKNOBS AND BALCONIES OF FORTUNATE DREAMERS IN THEIR

RICH VENEER OF SUCCESS,

INSIDE THEIR ABSOLUTELY WELL CONSTRUCTED HOMES…

UNAWARE OF THE ON-COMING WAVE OF HUMANITY

HIDING ON ROOF-TOPS AND UNDER TILES OF

MARBLE FLOORS, SOAKING IN DRY HOT TUBS,

AND FRANTICALLY SWITCHING OFF AND ON,

THE BURNT OUT BULBS OF ARTIFICIAL LIGHT.

OH – OMMM…HO – OMMM

THE HOMELESS LEGACY, DIM IN THE OCEANAS ROAR

AND SENT SEARCHING FOR ONE MERCIFUL EAR…

TO HEAR…TO SEE THE CONDEMNATION AND DESPAIR

TO FEEL… THE WARM BACKS OF COLD HOME DWELLERS

TURNED AGAINST THEM, STOLEN GLANCES, LOOK AWAY,

FROM A TENT LESS ARMY OF SURRENDERED SOLDIERS…

FRAIL BODIES WHOSE MINDS HAVE DECLARED

THEM WORTHLESS..WORTH NOTHING…

HO – OMMM…HO – OMMM

THE LESS THAN HUMANS CONSOLE EACH OTHER

IN THE DARK SPACES BETWEEN DUMPSTERS,

IN ALLEYWAYS, AND UNDER BRIDGE HOTELS,

THEY PARK THEIR SHOPPING CARTS

AND BLISSFULLY DREAM…

OF HOME

HO – OMMM

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