Denver is lonesome for her heroes

Walking breathless through
                        night air
made thick
I came to a      man
sitting by         the       road
and told him where I was going
there was
nothing
else.

                         He looked into my soul
                        and began to   weep
for an empty stomach
and an empty line        tied      his empty wallet
to his empty life. 

I held his hand
and in a hazy               motion
pushed
the teardrops back into his head
black as the     African night   and twice as thick. 

We       lit         up our cigarettes
and puffed
untilwe felt so                        dizzy
we had to sit or
fall onto the ground
and let
            it
spin
powerless and fast around
our       dirty    heads
until the world grabbed
our neckties
                        and dragged us
along for
                        the ride
to the
                        end of the line
and back. 

Walking                       miles
to the next town
to beg with empty
eyes
for soup to fill our empty bowls
and we finally found
a
                                                girl
with pills
and flowers     in         her       hair
she put each pill
on each of our tongues
and danced into          the       sky. 

Why were        we       there
I asked the clouds
clouds don’t like         me
too much
but       I           like them
because they’re free
to         come    and      go
as they please
but       I           couldn’t stay too long
with them
because we had to
                                                move
again
before thecops
came and busted our
            heads
and put us in
            jail
and gave us the
            tests
to find how
            sane
we were
then dumped us on     the streets
when
they couldn’t               get       inside 

so we moved
on        and      on        and
never   stopped.