Thursday, December 09, 2004

Dupont Sidewalk Man

Rain walking

A basket of flowers
By a trashcan
Blue, yellow,
Wilted, still juicy -
Picked it up
And kept on,
Happy, happy.

And then in the late
Rainy street:
A man
Sitting on the sidewalk.

In the middle
Of the sidewalk
In a business suit
He held his head
In his hands.

I still overflow
With spring and so
I sat down too.

"What are you thinking about?
Is it good
Or bad
Or both?"

He was surprised. "Oh
I don't
Know. Well -
It's probably

"Want to tell me
About it? I'm just
A random stranger and
I'll go away. Maybe
You will feel better."

I had confused him.
Another man walking home
Glanced at us.
He didn't know
What to think.

"But who are you?" said
My sidewalk man. "And what
Are you doing
With those flowers?"

"I'm going home!
And the flowers -" I smiled
To confide -
"I've just found them.
Threw them away!
But they're alive.
I shall keep them
In my bedroom."

He reached
To shake my hand
And I gave it. "Well,
It's nice to meet you -"
And then I looked
Into his eyes. Oh -

They burned. Oh -
He had done
Such terrible things. And
Would do them again.
He had betrayed
He had struck in anger
And took pleasure in others' pain -
It was all burning there
And I gasped
And for a second he would not
Let go
Of my hand I
Snatched it
Back -

I had a bruise on my leg
He pointed
And smiled
With delight:
"Look. You're hurt."

He was drunk -
You know how
It can make you like
A beast -

I squeaked, "The flowers
Are for you. Please,
Take the flowers.
Good night. Good

And ran, almost, away,
Two top speed heart thudding blocks
Before looking over
My shoulder.

I am not a priest
Not Jesus or Buddha
And I cannot forgive
All that must be forgiven.

I offered it to him
And then I snatched it back.
But I should not offer
If I cannot give.

Oh Dupont Sidewalk Man
Forgive me.
Human being
With wilted flowers
On the sidewalk
In the rain.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Help me Dude, I'm lost.

I was searching for Elvis and somehow ended up in your blog, but you know I'm sure I saw Elvis in the supermarket yesterday.

No honest really, he was right there in front of me, next to the steaks singing "Love me Tender".

He said to me (his lip was only slightly curled) "Boy, you need to get yourself a shiny, new plasmatv to go with that blue suede sofa of yours.

But Elvis said I, In the Ghetto nobody has a plasma tv .

Dude I'm All Shook Up said Elvis. I think I'll have me another cheeseburger then I'm gonna go home and ask Michael Jackson to come round and watch that waaaay cool surfing scene in Apocalypse Now on my new plasma tv .

And then he just walked out of the supermarket singing. . .

"You give me love and consolation,
You give me strength to carry on "

Strange day or what? :-)

3:59 AM  

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