Raggedy Man by Louise M. Hart

He sits silently

In a stinking underpass-

Raggedy man

His hollow eyes

Reflecting his soul, like glass

A benefit scrounger

Drops a pound coin

Into raggedy man’s hat

“Only the poor give to the poor,”

He thinks


He eats empty plates of thought

For dinner

And dreams of being fat

For his heart has no home

His body resides

In the West Midlands of nowhere

He does not even own a cat

Called Bob
Man, it is boring here

Where he cannot afford a beer

Or a filtered cigarette of regrets

His tongue is lined with the sweat

Of circumstance

Because his Mother called him, “a sinner”


Gay as fuck

He was big in Moseley once

Now he is invisible

Awaiting his ponce

In the city


Banker man leaves works at 5.33

He passes Mr Raggedy

And notices the delicate curve of his lips

His noble brown eyes…

And orange stained finger tips

He smiles

And takes him from behind

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