DOWN
Benny’s ballin’ much too fast
St Francis bells ring five o’clock & he’s already gassed
Been this way for two long years
When his lover left him in a fit of angry tears
Now he’s numb and turnin’ twice his age
Wandered far enough away where no one knows his name
Let the wheel go pedal to the floor
Coward’s laugh, he burns the ash until there’s nothing more
Face all bloodied from the fall
When he woke he scraped to stand and lean against the wall
Makes an empty promise there
Swears upon an early grave he’ll somehow start again
Spits a mouthful ‘n’ tries to take a breath
Night air fills his nostrils burnin’ up his broken chest
Alley starts to spinnin’ ‘round and ‘round
Takes a step, doubles back n’ crumbles to the ground
Now your weary tired eyes are weak, nothin’ left but shallow breath
You shake from lack of sleep
The ride was lightin’, Flyin’ without wings
Wipe the cold sweat from your brow, blinkin’ from the sting
People step far out of your way
They can taste the smell of you from half a block away
Mornin’ brings him to his door, finds a note wrote quickly
“You don’t live here anymore.”
©1996Richard S. March