Wishes I Wish

under the bridge it is even colder the concrete no wonder the jails and prisons are thus. it is numbing. is death like this. two bridges over there was a drive by. three jars of acid were tossed from the window of that car. not all of us wish to be as we are, waiting to die to be cremated and there is no room in the ground for the poor costly as it is heavy the price where we may therein stay in peace. she came as she comes some times does in the middle of the night. she was clean for she changed though her hands were ice cold. saying nothing under all of the blankets i allowed her to warm her hands. whereas the milk began to flow, as we slept. wishes i wish we were children so we could have had some parents. even if they only loved us for the money. some foster parents perhaps. dreaming i am too late so i wait for the fire.