BILLY

homeless-melbourne-prahran

 

people walk past
like he’s invisible.
no one smiles, waves
or stops to say
hello.

only empty glances.

he moves slowly,
like each movement
causes him pain.

watching
the world drift by,
staring at the ground,
he leans back,
looks around,
holding his hat,
drinking, wincing,
touching his face
as if to check it’s still there.

 

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homeless-melbourne-billy

 

street-photography-james-watkins

 

staring at the ground,
staring into space,
staring at the ground,
scratching his face,
drinking.

crossing him arms
sinking,
holding his hat,
staring at the ground.

he’s listening to something
on his headphones.

preparing his mix
with scissors
he chops up his dope
into a bowl.

he doesn’t care who sees.

 

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he looks around,
stares at the floor.
he drinks,
stares at the floor
some more.
adjusts his hat,
he drinks,
winces,
adjusts his hat,
touches his face.

everything he does
is in slowmotion
as if the air is thick
like treacle.
his mix is finished,
ready to smoke,
he reaches for his bong,
slowly.

the lighter sparks,
white clouds rise,
a lady in a pink t-shirt
walks through his smoke
with her groceries.

 

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billy

 

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drunk and stoned
on the street
at 10am.

he stares at the ground,
hits his bong again,
coughs,
slowly drinks his can,
winces,
stares at the ground,
sinking.

looks around,
adjusts his hat,
and touches his face
as if to check
he’s still there.

– jw.