Friday, May 29, 2009

David Harris: Reflection- Ashleigh Gill

The Homeless

The city roars
Like the bones of a mechanical lizard
An inch to the left and an inch to the right
And you
Asleep on the scales shiver
Where the wide windows look
Where the cold soup sits
Where the green tongued gentleman pockets jingle
I have seen you
I have seen you and you are crouching
You are cold skinned and shade drawn
I have seen and felt the blindness of you
Rattling curling, brother sister daughter son
Tape your shoes cling tight
The lizard is moving on

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