lost pay and fall

I’m not trying to rob you

But please please please

No I’m sorry

But obviously I need

I have one thing or

Another

The papers in my hands should say so

You worry about a

Disease

I worry about fading

But my realization is not as artsy as that

My realization is single shot

Single celled, and

Single sold

I expect more because I expect nothing

But I take everything

When it’s offered

And I have a chance to link my

Eyes to yours

And we discuss, or I talk at, talk to

Totally a night on the ground

My arms on the cardboard

And my head in the dust

Shake me if you see me

And I don’t stir

I’m not trying to heal you

I need my strength

For another day