Those With the Ideas

What i have failed to understand
is just how they live down there
in a twenty foot by six foot area
laid with dirty stones, lined with
dumpsters and near dead people.
This is L.A. This is what they call
home. as much of a home as they
will ever see. moments that pass
mean nothing if an intense high is
not being administered. that high
that feeling of absolute bliss that
crowds out the rest of their life.
passing hands, passing needles,
passing stares, passing time, pass
the life away, its The life now, not
something that they can escape.
The life that drives them insane
causes them to seek out another
dirty crook of deteriorating brick
wall to inject, snort, smoke, huff
their way to utopia. The life that
ends there, in Death. Consumed
entirely by filth from every angle
If they can see it, live it, die in it
who are we to sit in clean homes
and do nothing for those in L.A.

Reviews

[MOON]

It is said that there is enough for everyone in this world and yet...

[Desert Dreamer]

There is something seriously wrong with our culture that there are so many that live in absolute poverty. An eye opening poem.