on rain swept streets….
ghosts march in pedantic rhythm,
in the land of ‘no touch, no feel’….
the gas pumps beeping,
always beeping…. shadows
feed shadows… a stray dog
dead on the side of the road….
‘can you spare a coupla dollars? ‘….
heads turn, and walk away….
a young couple walking the tracks….
going nowhere, hand in hand.
you can smell the vacant buildings,
can hear the glass break
on the boarded up windows…..
has anyone a hand, an eye to eye,
muddy footprints where
life should have been!
the window left open,the latch broken by desire.i am the turpentine tasteof the dangerous and forbidden.i am the graveclothes leftby the door to your room.i am the rabid dog,howling against the wind.i am the moment beforethe storm tears down the house.i am hunger sharpenedby the loss and the fury.i am legs uncrossed,quivering and damp!i am…
awareness of suffering,the key to unlock the door.compassion constant,the universe revolves.from birth unto death,from death unto birth.the face of the begger,the face of god.the hand you offer,god’s only hands.the action of giving,the heartbeat of freedom.social consciousness,the flesh of eternity!
take the fingers off the button,unload the planes…open your churches to the homeless,your homes to the hungry…turn your prayers into ears,that listen, hear, and care!give somebody the best gift of allyour time!hell, it’s Christmas…let’s act like we understand!
for every bushel of corn,another child starves.for every bullet fired,another mother weeps.for every coming of dawn,another face is forgotten.for every hand extended,another door closed.for every prayer prayed,a homeless family waits.for every flower that opens…
