bewilderness

 

soften the sky one more time,
the concrete here is sallow and cold

a man sits in the alleyway
clutching his knees
singing made-up songs
, I know them
they are all too familiar

where the rats defecate
where the gutters release
where the dour dogs prime their bite

the faceless women, the passersby
drag their smiles on leashes
, I know them
they are all very similar

here in the lost-life hear the
undergrounds stirring, the
chameleons change from
green to gray

he is sitting, he is singing
he is rocking like a child
, I know him
he has been here before

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