Feel the city breakin’
And everybody shakin’,
And we’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.~Barry and Maurice Gibb
I’m outside blessed by beams of sun prayers
flinging new narrative. How can I stay
the course? I choose this now to be daring,
indiscreet, exposing lies any way
I can, but man, indigence is so tough
dealing with displaced stuff. Nowhere to go
and who would have me? I don’t fit enough.
Can’t watch TV, how blatant hoaxes sold.
Behind the fence strange men chainsawing trees.
Indistinct shouts. Ominous creaks. A ray
of gold illuminates my face. I see
visions, crystalline hunches. Truths I say
reworded by the helpful. My welcome
wearing thin. This strong gust. That falling branch.
The snapping crunch. A wasp. I squint and hum
into dissonance. Precise circumstance
so fraught with layered meanings, I must rise
to worlds beyond this homelessness and see
I’m unencumbered. New senses surprise
turmoil incessant. Shadows coming free.