Adrift

Dead-eyed, drifting, homeless rolling, 

Bedroll beggars and streetwise kids

Buckfast couraged, words declaim

Shopdoors slumped and slurring, 

Conflict victims tell tales al fresco, 

armed with Special Brew and crutches, 

half remembered past life stories, 

urban streets their battleground.

Halfway homeward, slouched on buses, 

Shiftless workers scrolling phonescreens, 

Sending selfies, social postings,

Shaping , vaping - image is all.

A neon neverwhere bristles with happening,  

A coin's flipside to another world's vista

Doorways open, reveal new thresholds, 

drifting through life with a hatful of change.

( Another reworked older poem, which I think works)