Feeding stray dogs from abandoned
benches , counting cars to feed active clinical obsessions
Wrapped in Dad's trench coat , focused on a city sidewalk
Running fingers through unkempt beard , growing old ,
bits and pieces falling away , hopefully leaving a trail for my children to track me down someday
Screaming ****** of Crow overlooking my chosen boulevard
They tell tall tales and cackle , aware of my biting score
A fluttering , wind racked Gideon Bible with relevant verse circled
in blue ink lying on front steps , my reflection in black Army boots ,
my craven public image and disparity vociferously unaddressed* ...