Cardboard Common Sense

he told me the cardboard

in his shoes kept cold from his toes,

that when it wasn’t enough he rode

the city bus with floor heaters;

he laughed while he rolled a joint

green bits scattered

across the newspaper on his knee.

I got high with him at 2:14am,

just before the Tuesday morning

floor-heater bus picked up

on the corner of Sunset and Gardner.

as I walked home my toes

started to numb, and I hurt, and ached

at the cardboard common sense

I’d never be forced to learn.