Athens Shuffle
Retired to the back
Motion still as a plaque
Patches mend together
Brain aware of weather
Lines around his eyes
His constant disguise
Speckled cheeks run brown
Just not a proper noun
Against all but belief
He sought shelter relief
Blood of a Christ
Still a poltergeist
In banished minds
Superstitious kinds
Loving himself first
Unquenched thirst
By club and fist
You get the gist
Free to move around
All the trash He’s found
Combing down the beach
Next meal at the reach
Any Popov holiday
Top off everyday
For the nights cold
Tents are not sold
Muddy cheeks get wet
On the steps he set
Trying to figure god
Illegal hardware mod
Breaking images divine
But only a sip of wine
Out of the shelter
Lady he felt her
Got snap kicked dick
Muay Thai is sick
Police cuffed vagrant
Fragrance is flagrant
prayed Poseidon of the sea
Truth doesn’t set him free
02/10/2009 at 4:38 AM
Nice, very evocative imagery. It seems to hold a lot of different elements too, but still centers around the main theme of the piece. I could be talking out of my ass too, but would a friend do that to you?
04/14/2009 at 6:45 AM
The lyrical poem draws us into the life of the homeless. I read it over and over, slowly, savoring the imagery. You did it.
05/29/2009 at 1:51 AM
Oh very deep stuff…Thougt provoking.
And the last bit that the truth doesn’t set him free…makes one think more.
I visited your blog after sometime now…this one was the best :)
http://www.amazon.com/Mortals-Immortals-Other-Short-Stories/dp/B002AD3JXA/ref=pd_rhf_p_t_1
08/10/2009 at 10:12 AM
good shit bro-