Please note the below poems "Ode to the Homeless Man" and "Spring Cleaning".
My name is Thomas Schoenberg, I am a creative writing student at Concordia University-St. Paul.
Thank you for your consideration,
Ode to the Homeless Man
As I slip you this five dollar bill
I know you can’t use it as an umbrella
Keeping you dry from the storm that is coming
To wreak havoc on your shanty
Like a banana thrown into a blender set on “high.”
It won’t be a blanket for you
When winter’s harsh breathing exhales
Down your tattered coat and over
Your ribs, which are plainly visible through
Your pale, ashy skin.
I’d like to think that it won’t
Fund another drinking binge
And I am confident that I am right
As I notice the silver “O” around
Your starving mouth.
Places I had forgotten I’d been to,
People I forgot I knew.
Memories of them crawl into my head
From deep recesses, like dormant spiders
Covered in the dust thrown on to them by the
Distractions of the last ten years.
I wish to converse with the people in the frame
But they are frozen there.
It’s like looking at something behind a glass window
In a museum.
I can see them, but I can’t touch these
Wax statues in their exhibits that are
Confined to the glossy paper.
Their smiles tell a lie… these people are not happy.
A prevailing undertone of sadness radiates
From the photos, like everyone was
Happy when the picture was taken
But now they wonder why I haven’t kept in touch.
Nostalgia washes over me like warm water,
But when the feeling passes,
The wind picks up and I am left cold and shivering.