Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Blind Lady

"Heard your tap tap tapping, ma'am. May I hold your arm to cross the street?"
"Thank you, son."
"Anytime, lady. Us blind folks gotta stick together."

Friday, May 13, 2011

Go ahead

Go ahead... one more time
say it like you mean it
repeat that same old lie
then we'll both go home
and start again to die

Hold me close... one more time
hold me like you mean it
before we say goodbye
before we both go home
and start again to die

Watch the trees a weaving
weaving while we wave
cold raindrops a falling
cold 
as the love 
we gave

Go ahead... one more time
say it like you mean it
repeat that same old lie
then we'll both go home
and start again to die


Wednesday, May 4, 2011

The bum

Joe the cop crosses the street to escape my rancid smell. Pretends he doesn't see me, in my greasy, dirt stained, torn, and ragged coat. I stand shivering under the awning of an empty store front. "Hey, Joe" I holler. He doesn't even look my way. I cuss at him under my breath, not loudly enough for an approaching couple to hear. "Hey, mister" I speak to the man. He tries to speed up but his lady friend hesitates, opens her purse and hands me a five. "God bless you." she says. I smile and head for the liquor store.