Homeless Like Me: Dance, Man of Dust

Homer Lester Teabury, a blogger who calls himself Homeless T, is a former professor whose life collapse gave him a lesson in humility. Without a place to call his own, without a car, money, job, friends, or his children from 2007 through 2011, he provides anecdotes, information, and humor on the homeless life.

Dance, Man of Dust

by Tommy and Homeless

The means I relied upon all turned on me,
switching directions as I gamboled freely.
I swore that I'd ridden
them true to an end,
but as it turned out, I am starting again,

crossing alone the inglorious line
of a race run backward in turned-around time.
(Flouting the rules of proper direction
won for me Ignomy's snider appellations.

I saddle my tortoise for one final ride,
and realize sadly the ancient has died.
Now that at last he's returned to the earth
this shell of disinterest will tally his worth.

Dance, man of dust, in your bootless parade
where every step forward leads back to the grave.