Silent Night

Old Jones,
Shakes asleep.
Sweats from the drink.
The bones rattle to make heat.
Pressure from the streets
Feed the breed.
New hate.
Old hope.
No home.
Forgotten.
Dreams alone.
So cold…

©Carlson, 2015

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