Police Come to Chicago or the Ukraine War Might Die

The homeless life isn’t like a welcome home to a good wife with a smile, dinner and fate without a job or the numbers to turn opportunity’s tumblers they don’t know the right code to find home An alien land where being is illegal there is no space for the race made of Denisovons, and Neanederthals strong gals the humans were three part unplaced on an un charted world without homes Bedding down in silence fires of time roaring beasts outside prowling turning primates into dark loamings a gestalt of cave art brought homeless home Graffiti entreaties of turf marked up walls doped, crazy socials saw nothing, no call line-ups for cops, soup kitchens or billionaire fops it all made the same sort of sense for nonsensible loam hidden below asphalt now nowhere is home.