Never Getting Warm

In Dubrovnik, in a building
On an antique floor
With the cutting edge of glass against
The skin at the throat
From the basement to the attic
Running back and forth
In the middle of a room through
The ice and the storm

We took the dope that we had, packed
Up as much as we could
Threw a rock through the solitary
Window in the room
Took the clothes on our bodies down
To the open bag of trash
Laying to rest every goddamn good
Thing we had ever had

From the door, to the
Stairway, to the street
Through a gathering storm never getting warm
In Dubrovnik, at a pawn shop
An exchange for more
In the mail at the building
An arraignment for court
From the shelter to the elements
Running back and forth
From the shelter to the elements
Right back to the store

We took the cash that we had, packed
Up as much as we could
Took the trash with the clothes to
The backpacks and the goods
Stuck a plug in the basin
Possessions intact, started the faucet
The sink overflowing the edge

From the door, to the
Stairway, to the street
Through a gathering storm never getting warm