"Homeless" by Oreon K. Trickey

I walk out the door 
And blend into the sidewalk
Hardly noticeable near the curb
  A shadow  
  A stain
From last week’s spill 
 coffee
blood


My thirty days are up
Didn’t work the program
Couldn’t make progress
My only goal now
 coffee
 blood
  gotta keep it pumpin’
  

I am the
Steam rising from the manhole covers:
Heat generated from waste 
   moving swiftly under the streets
        pumpin’
 coffee
 blood