All these poems are depressing, but there
are going to be a good ones, make you happy later.
Poem about a homeless man I see outside my office quite a lot.
It's called "A Sign."
"He pours whiskey on time, making a home in sleep.
One wall is enough for his back.
Yesterday's paper makes for a ceiling.
Life is postponed for now.
But the ghosts still roaming his past
are always on time, panting.
Every moment is an open grave, a window to be shut.
He quarrels with the void.
He's mad, the passersby think.
He places an ear to the ground.
More graves are being dug.
Ghosts will wave from newspapers.
He runs away, leaving the piece of cardboard on the ground.
It reads, Gulf War veteran."