(For Tomas)
Shivering sleepless in the cold dark morning newspaper recycling bin.
But not another day.
Shivering on the midnight damp back seat of an abandoned Pontiac.
But not another day.
Shivering on the hard cold sand with phosphorous wave dreams.
But not another day.
Shivering in the frosty prune orchard moon-beamed night.
But not another day.
Shivering on the bloody cold tile Amarillo jail under bare light bulb watch.
But not another day
Shivering through the jabbering iron dark in the Fort Lewis Stockade.
But not another day.
Shivering on the hard packed moldy Teepee floor at Black Bear
But not another day.
Shivering in the light rain junksick in the muddy Ventura off ramp bushes.
But not another day.
Shivering under a frozen canvas tarp El Camino bed hitching over the snow covered Siskiyou.
But not another day.
Shivering from fear and anguish of a lost way.
But not another day sucking the poisoned milk from America's dreamy tit.