Hunched,
Atop curbside discard
Sifting tops of steel,
Brown hands,
Weathered/worn-
In search of useful things
Disavowed
Avenues of lust-
Simple now, so simple it became
Once the hindrance of vanity
Emptied out its shame
Disavowed
Boulevards of luck-
Its so easy now, how easy it became
Once the hindsight resets
Pictures fall from broken frames
If only it was known back then
Perhaps possibility wouldn’t have hoodwinked sense,
Who knew?
That trusting those elected few
Would set you up to fail
The way society did for you
Who knew?
Shuffling
Back and forth,
You pace I see, in similar ways as me
Is it the cold, or unknowing that you fear the most?
Your pride lets you smile
As your bearded mouth smiles crooked
One corner to the grime
Then other to the sky
I asked if you wish it all back
To the stars you tilt neck in haste
Pausing in the marinade you taste upon your tongue
“ And be removed from all of this,” in a tone I wish I didn’t know, “Hell no I’d rather die”
In ragged dress
All possessions carried with
Yet but one’s all you seem to care for
A locket’s caress-
From clavicle to chest,
Dangling but shining still
Those faces you once kissed,
Tucked asleep in bend, told stories
That made everything wrong,
Seem special still
But that was back
When you lived
And were one
Of the useful things
Brian got me thinking about doing right by others. He put together a wonderful write about the sex trade and was hosting Poetry Jam this week, with Awareness Poetry as the theme. Well this type of thing is something I strongly believe in. Well anyhow, It was one of those things, when you want to write something, with a particular idea in mind, but nothing comes from it. Other ideas certainly surface, but the one you want to arise, just wasn't happening. So, as is normally the case, forget it and it shall quit playing the hide-and-seek game. As was the case here. So I thought it appropriate to use as my submission for The D'Verse Open Link Night. Cheers!!
