nameless and forgotten

 

subway screeches; a dead stop.

masses pour up and out toward smoked pretzel’d chestnuts;

chasing black soak’d, slimy -city streets

upon which lay, stench rid'n, soil’d canvass pants

homeless, shrouded in drench’d cardboard box

nodding heads of disapproving stuff’d shirts and blouses

gestures of ‘no’, as they snobbishly rush by.

he shouts in tongues of double entendre; only he comprehends

laughing at them that would ridicule; as if they�"we, are the ones to be pitied.

fear prevents them�"us, from taking time to look into helpless, innocent eyes to see oneself.

sweet-scented skirts of unattainable women, wave ‘bon voyage’ to he�"who will surely remember them, contrarily... to his own memory.

William Teague, (c) 2011