Found Poem #1

Two tattered old men
homeless and drunk
dirty, disheveled
and not looking far
from death.

One crouched in a doorway
drinking something from a
paper bag
the other leaning
against a wall.

I pass by as
the one in the doorway says

Do you know what I like?

What, says the other.

The good life!

The good life? Is that what you like?

Yeah!

Now, that’s what I’m talking about!

They raise their paper bags
to the sky.