From knee height; a homeless man’s perspective

Strange flashing neon lights-

the sun rises up again over the trash cans

and the chill retreats for a time.

This light reflects

in dirty water,

puddles as useless and


as the wet on

the homeless mans cheeks.

Gun fire stutters

through his mind, and

his eyes flash

with the echoing horror.

He huddles under his blanket,

watching people

as they walk in front of him

back and forth,

day after day-

they move like clouds

passing over his perspective-

the world at knee height,

near to the floor.

He rubs his nose

and hugs his own shoulders.

Daytime’s not so bad;

the rats approach at night,

but he stares them down

like the pests

that they are,

avoiding their

ironic stare.

The rats are a welcome reprieve

from the demons

that come with the blackness;

that darkness which

slinks in

right behind his eyes and calls

him the rat,

him the pest.

He twitches and

takes a deep breath;

more water leaves his eyes.

He stinks,

he can’t escape it.

The night sets in again,

and the traffic lights

carry on flashing.

His world is fragmented,


and empty.

The people he sees are actors,

on the world;

his stage

is empty, his laughter

not present,

and his smile is


stained and

utterly redundant.



14 thoughts on “From knee height; a homeless man’s perspective

  1. Yes, I’ve seen dawn rising and known that by evening I’d still have no home.

    You really should concentrate on longer lines. You have some very strong imagery that will allow you to develop a poem that is less staccato – and way more powerful.

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    1. Thanks, yes I tend to write and break up lines instinctively, but know I probably could create something more powerful if I took more time at the editing stage. I tend to write, and then stop.. somehow editing poetry doesn’t come naturally to me. Something to work on! How was your day? I hope you got your chores done?

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      1. The metre a poem has can give it real power, choose the right one for the right image and it will take the reader by storm.

        Chores? Sorry, what are they? I went to Doorn today, for a few things and I tipped my hat to the Kaiser, too.


    1. Thank you so much! I did an outreach shift the other night, and was just really moved by the people we met and the way people live.. is so very sad. Thanks so much for the compliment, means a lot 🙂

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      1. A thought occurred to me today, which ran along the following lines: there are so many people who could help in the way you do.

        How many of them actually do help others? You are, but then, well, you know the rest…

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      2. Hmm yeah people are busy. I have a lot of free time compared to most people I know- I’m lucky in that I don’t work full time so have the time to decide that I want to do these things.. on the other hand I’m unlucky because I don’t work full time.. 😉

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      3. I was thinking of the legions of unemployed in Britain…

        … sorry, they’re too busy in the pub, aren’t they? 😦

        Whatever your circumstances, you are doing what you can. That’s a lot better than not doing anything at all.

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      4. Haha well you know there is much to get busy with in the pub 😉 Yeah i guess people don’t care too much. There’s lots of crappy daily mail stories here about the homeless people who scam the system and really have 4 bedroom houses and blah blah blah. People can be really small minded, drives me crazy. Just because a few scams happen doesn’t mean every rough sleeper is secretly sitting on a gold mine..!!…

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