Kid,
people are breaking their backs
for those dollar bills you’re breathing
up your nose.
Awake, unaware,
I stare
out the glassy window screen.
Where have you been?
(Where have you bean?) He quips.
His shoes, unclean,
boots to bear the brunt
of a days hard work.
So I stare him up and down like a jerk.
What are you doing at my door?
I find my insecurity lying on the floor.
Befuddled- begging to ask
about your falling mask
of sobriety.
Why do I? Oh, why do I support your special type of negligence?
It’s been six months since we last spoke…
The ode to muddy boots-
Hey man, here’s a buck if you’re down on your luck.
I’m curious, does he think I don’t know?
I can’t see?
A dusty nose-
rail thin- skin and bones.
Boy, when’s the last time you had a decent meal?
I pull you in-
for a second
let’s get real.
Have you seen yourself lately?
Tell me, what’s the deal?
Seems to always be
- some girl broke your heart.
He takes a bite of broccoli and begins
to sing his sad love song once again.
Empty plate filled again,
starving for a future he will never see
without the ability
to keep his nose
