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| Detail of the book The Darkness Comes |
Today.
Blows your head
up
Memory lose,
confused.
The drink and
drugs they kill you
On the street,
but
What keeps you
alive?
Drink and the
drugs.
On the street I
can't
Sleep in a
doorway.
So
MacDonalds 6.30
am:
I snooze with
the early
boozers, they're
not bothered.
I'm clear-eyed,
but alcohol and drugs
Are spending all
my money.
My circumstances
Shoplifting.
It's a full time
job in
Itself.
Sniff coke,
I’m a good bloke
Smoke crack,
I’m scum.
Depression, sore
back
Tube rammed up
me nose.
To be well?
Happiness
My girl, a
moment of fun.
What would make
me better is
A house.
Peter, Brian, Tom, Anonymous
9 June 2015
Poem from The Homeless Library, the first history of British homelessness. Told through poems, interviews, artworks and handmade books.
A documentary film about the project can be found here.
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