The Begger and the Devil in his eye

Strolling back and forth as I waited in the train line to get my ticket
was the begger.
His fix on life his motivations were pinga rum clever
Set backs for the liver and a twinkle in the eye from a man who knew the night.
Who once said those diabolical words "stand and deliver"

The twinkle in his eye reflected a sinister light.
In fact it jumped out like mad dog about to bite.
Strolling back and forth vicious hooves inside his head.
Freedom for those who never learned to choose a choice.
Tantamount to Sweet lies that breed from his vices.

Ripped pissed on pants that jingle with the small change he manged.
Bony legs smoking pistons as he holds his hand out.
A woman opens her purse to give a cent or two
 but quickly realizes
 She spent her last penny on perfume

His grin tangles now with the bitter draft through the station.
The devil hiding in his eyes and popping out trying to escape.
A cardboard box and some leftovers in the restaurant trash.
A grain of stale wet rice will collect a solar system of bacteria in his hair.
Rodents will sicken under his bridge as his life festers
in his eyes the devil flickers

The wakeful eye full of sleep

The cheeks become rosey
They themselves meet the cold with no complaint
The shoes wear, the pigeons take off as the hill invites me to descend
The trees not speaking to me much, the odd leaf twitches

The surface of the twin lakes swallow dawn light and converse with the cold
Most of me gets thrown about in that space between the brain and the heart
Learn a little about the way the grim carelessness accumulates
My wakeful eye sees the mountains of defects when it's sleepy

The way through tree lane bus stopped summer aroma
The way to free, sane, no fuss drops of summer brave new soma
Veins tangle and pump noisily as I wake from the coma
and face others assumptions with wakeful eyes full of sleep

Deep, deep within the lake under the mud
Under the debris and under the silt
Under the beady eyed catfish in his hole
Under this dirt is steel

Somewhere between the head and the heart
Somewhere between the last grand summer and the provocative spring
it will never know
Somewhere between tired eyelids I go!

Question your vocation

Nobody can ever tell you to your face
Implying with smirks
You wash off the insinuations
Clean the weary face

Have you questioned your life
Must you fight the uphill battle
Telling myself I will be the only casualty
The only body on the greasy pavement in the ugly street light

Cool drizzle that doesn't have a meaning or a name of it's own
Big stained trash containers taking up space on the street they're...
breathing stink into the exhausting night
Into the solitude

Up the hill legs carry the body
The head overrun but the heart still keen
Slippery slats of concrete reflect the dull street lights
Vagrants snort and grunt and dog's bark, almost distractions

However the mind is left to it's constant mess
The heart grins when it should sympathize.

What I wear on my heart

The face of the feeling
The turn of the corner
The heart once more inspired
The skin on my finger touches gold

My heart touches my thought
And she treads gently through my day
The voice and the laugh
waking me amidst my grind

I want to be lost in her pupils
And found in her voice
From the south of the city cool winds and hunger brew
As the dream of a lonely one solidifies into two

The feeling has a face, one I offer my lips to kiss
The cold corner which is behind me
The warm heart alive because...
The skin on my heart wears love

No problems, just accept

Nothing to analyze or diagnose
Relax be the blow up mattress on a calm sea
Nothing to confront
Nothing to figure out

Take it easy there´ll be no catch in the end.
No stressfull, sudden turn of events
let your eyes witness the sun on the city
if you need complexities to warm your heart

take a look into the love I´ve for you that´s not simple
Take a look at destiny, the complicated machine both of us operate
With no problems to solve
Nothing to confront, accept me, let me flavour the soup of your life

Nothing to resist
Take this hand for it beckons yours

One-handed man with electric legs

Across the street horrendous shirtless, a man with a hand missing
Out of the slum, pants down over the knees dick exposed
Mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water
Neck as stiff as a sun dried rag

He walks to the edge of the road
his knees kick up as he attempts to cross the road
Jolting legs like an electrocuted robot trying to march
People in their cars pass by shocked by this poor man's display

No longer in control of his body
As I pass him by I see the pain in his face
The exhaustion and the confusion
As he comes down from his drugs

The hours of abstinence await
Eye squinting migraines and deep chronic aches
There are no charitable drug dealers
So he will have to rob with one hand

Calm town

The rage of the swarmed city is behind us
The losers and the beggars the cons and the vampires
Fumes and sewers flowing over and under the big monster
Our exposure to that has been cut

Yes we will rest and love
Breathe fresh air and wear smiles for most of these sunlit hours
Recuperate and polish our metaphorical armor before they plan the next battle
Our ears will be touched no longer by the onslaught of the city's cacophony

Soft and smooth living for a few days
Accumulate the optimism
Collect a bit of that fine goodwill
Stash it somewhere safe and ration it over the winter