one of my favorite poems that I wrote;
a few minutes ago
on wabash and university -
right where the [medium] ends,
you know, where the vagabonds stand;
grim and pathetic
like wayward [hungry] puppies with grime
in their jowls.
There, peaceful and serene,
this old man lay, unmoving
some sleeping babe; drunk or dead
I did not know
He looked like some [blue] shadow
patiently waiting in the corner of a picasso painting
shit, he looked like my grandfather
I stared at him, bankrupt of knowing
what to do
and then, as if summoned by my stares
a group of five supplicants
the regulars in their good Shepard hair
and leathered skin
lifted him
Dead weighted [he] resisted
LEAVE ME BE
I WANT TO STAY
He fought, encircled
Yet they persisted
and in the end, persevered
and i realized the Brotherhood [there]
For who but they, that will lift you
kicking and screaming
from your drunken dogs death
who but they
that tear you from the comfortable ground and
gutter
who but they may you call brother?
on wabash and university -
right where the [medium] ends,
you know, where the vagabonds stand;
grim and pathetic
like wayward [hungry] puppies with grime
in their jowls.
There, peaceful and serene,
this old man lay, unmoving
some sleeping babe; drunk or dead
I did not know
He looked like some [blue] shadow
patiently waiting in the corner of a picasso painting
shit, he looked like my grandfather
I stared at him, bankrupt of knowing
what to do
and then, as if summoned by my stares
a group of five supplicants
the regulars in their good Shepard hair
and leathered skin
lifted him
Dead weighted [he] resisted
LEAVE ME BE
I WANT TO STAY
He fought, encircled
Yet they persisted
and in the end, persevered
and i realized the Brotherhood [there]
For who but they, that will lift you
kicking and screaming
from your drunken dogs death
who but they
that tear you from the comfortable ground and
gutter
who but they may you call brother?