Homeless

A picture from my daily commute

Sprawled

in the subway

dusty people passing by

you meditate

of nothingness.

Ageless scorn

on your face,

your crooked shape

an acrobat's delight.

"Mister O Mister

a penny in the cup"

... perhaps.

Rivers muddied by

your clouded eyes -

... keep 'em shut!

Bright lights breathe

bouncing on your skin

... yes they do.

Empty turnstiles

cold and yawning

as you slither your

unused dreams

... beneath them

... past them

waving

they do

as they do.

Author's Note

This is my first attempt at breaking out of lyricism and venturing into expansive and observational poetry, where the "I' is no more the central theme. Please let me know what you think. Thanks.

Reviews

[Laha]

I really like this. You paint a clear picture, taking me exactly where you want me to go.
P.S. I love the dialogue. I think you should experiment more with this type of writing.

[Alice]

This is BEAUTIFUL! I love every single word. Your form works perfectly no awkward pauses or breaks. I love it. I love it. I love it.