of broken glass
in a deserted alley
on the bad side of town
reflecting the lights
of a thousand lives passing
that dont even know i’m here
the nameless naming!

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banging against the window
of a foreclosed house…
but the shutter,
the wind that blows it,
the window, and even
the empty rooms…
all have faces,
all have names!

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sharing table scraps
thrown out by the rich,
with mongrel dogs…
barking and howling,
and peeing on dreams,
in the alleys of the soul.
a blind plumber
fixing the leaks,
for a cola and a can of beans.
an old man sipping brandy
with tired ghosts,
a child left alone
with discovery!
i am the hand you reach for,
the face you cannot understand.
the tear you buried
on your angry pillow,
the prayer you stuffed in a bottle,
and put out to sea…
the kiss, and the scent
of hope!
i am nothing….

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