The Beggar

Let me walk loose upon the earth

So that my roots can cling on its dirt

Let me live as low as your feet

 In the corner of a putrid street

For this is my home and my church

Where the unseen and tainted lurch

Let the wind blow away my dream

As your coffee devours the cream

Let the laughter refresh my heart

From the ache that won’t depart

Let the sun touch my filthy skin

Whose flesh beneath is now thin

I will disembowel my hunger in time

If anyone wants to offer me a dime

Let me bow my head like a flower

Among trees soaring like a tower

Let my leaves open to the heaven

As it begs from seven until eleven

Let me pray to the Urban Deities

Under a dark cloud of anxieties

Let the blanket of night cover me

Among the stars that I wish to be

Let my eyes close into a deep sleep

And let this be my end and final trip

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16 March 2016 / 10:54 PM

Wednesday / In my home