WITH A PEACEFUL, EASY FEELING Bob Boston The men who reside at the shelter, are supposedly - hardened men. Outlaw Josey Wales types who make tumbleweeds roll when they spit. The kind of man The Eagles wrote songs about, and buzzards are shot for following. I live in a shelter myself, not out of choice, but because - I'm required. While I'm writing my poetry, calling in to check on my grandmother and making grocery lists, they're watching the game, bragging about all the pussy they never get, mooching cigarettes, and laughing about how soft I am. I'm the type The Eagles wrote songs about. I don't need a piece of ass to make me feel like a man, I buy and roll my own tobacco so I don't have to bum any smokes, and the only games I'm concerned about, are the ones I play with words, while breaking bread with the pigeons, and flying back home - at dawn. |