Hide your searching eyes
And all those things you whisper silently
No one can replace those moments now
Hide your searching eyes
And hold me close until those waters
Have risen over head
And we all drown....
And we all drown....

Unto the Least of These My Brethren....

The grey door, heavy as I pull back....ch-click!...swinging to latch with an echo that diminishes as suddenly as it arose. Light brown tile with off white porcelain accents, holy of holies and that most shameful of public spaces. There, sprawling amongst the candy bar wrappers, prophetic scribbling in magic marker black, and soggy grey pieces of refuse, is a man clothed only in the most thread-bare of rags.

I step over, careful to avoid the pool of human waste spreading from beneath the wretch. The stench is overwhelming; I try not to breathe as I relieve myself into the off-white bowl.

As I carefully make my way back past the filth that occupies this place I feel a hand groping about near my foot. Groping for contact, for only a touch, something concrete...an assurance of physical existence. I bolt for the door.


Oh to be touched.


To know another, the feel of skin...so vital. Another human soul connected, fingers upon your own flesh.


I stepped gingerly over.....ran at the thought. RAN! For the love of God in heaven above, why did I feel the need to run? A sin to be such....


Another untouchable sleeping fitfully in this, the land of the free.

You were that monkey wrench turning mind bandit
7-11 rodeo jockey, floating like you planned it
Not really....
It's about the same way I been feeling
Kicked about by tin can soccer-moms weekly
Neurotic.....
Nervous ticks with sweaty palm drips
and all the back of neck hair doing stand up style back flips
But seriously....
How can you face this shit so fearlessly
Coming out swinging and going out tearlessly
....that smell....
Waste deep in it, oops I fell
Slipped between the cracks, ended up somewhere left of hell
Been there....
No time to hang around so you can act like you care
No time for passion turned into lingering stare
Dead end.......................................................................