Feb 2017
In no position to do naught about it
As the world came crashing down in frantic chaos
All about him memories that had once sneaked away or ran off screaming
Stood around him now in random positions staring at him
From a distance that they could not cross
His eyes strained to accept these visions seen
Through a thousand layers of reminiscent stain
There in his doorway sanctuary of his Alleyway Kingdom
He continued taking measured sips
From the glass bottle that now hovered like a hummingbird
When making Touch and Go love to a flower
As the fear in his eyes belied the visions so frightful in their simple acceptance
On the top layer of his folded up extra coat ..padding for his concrete throne
Steady sound of drip drip drip the golden nectar as it fell from his trembling lip
And from Far Below and somewhere way out behind
He managed to find his grimy index finger
Still attached the very hand that found it and carried it to him
So that he could point it all around
You and you '- and you no...no no
I don't remember ..you NO! Just leme lone...
Then in a momentary pause allowed because
He endeavored to steady that uncontrollable waggling finger long enough to get focus on the crosshairs and when he did ....
...what he saw... instead
Was not all bad memories as there a few happy smiling faces
Then he remembered those things he had forgotten
I don't blame you he said out loud I knew you when you were gone that you just went cuz the rest of them had
And that very second his grimy wagging finger came to a stuttering and then steady stop
On a face he didn't recognize
Just as the bottle in his hand crashed in a silver bell sound and silver shards scaterred
As if playing a dirge as his words criss-crossing and slamming into hers - the two merged
Who are you ! he managed from the rusty hinges of his seldom-used vocal cords
Just before he dived after the golden liquid nectar
He heard her voice as it cut across and got through
The sweetest voice ,the sweetest sound , the sweetest words and the very last he ever heard
Sir ..! I work at the bakery down the street and I was hoping you would allow me (the three douhnuts slipping from her hand
had not hit the ground. ...before)
to give you something to eat.
He heard it all as they reached their mark
Just before... he tumbled into the dark
He was dead before she reached him
And though she didn't. know a thing about him
She yelled to a person passing by to please call 911
Then she sat there crying with his head resting on her lap.
"So he wouldnt be alone."
The king was dead....his lonely reign ... all his bitter pain. and his life was salvaged. ...by three doughnuts
and the kindness of a stranger.
As the world came crashing down in frantic chaos
All about him memories that had once sneaked away or ran off screaming
Stood around him now in random positions staring at him
From a distance that they could not cross
His eyes strained to accept these visions seen
Through a thousand layers of reminiscent stain
There in his doorway sanctuary of his Alleyway Kingdom
He continued taking measured sips
From the glass bottle that now hovered like a hummingbird
When making Touch and Go love to a flower
As the fear in his eyes belied the visions so frightful in their simple acceptance
On the top layer of his folded up extra coat ..padding for his concrete throne
Steady sound of drip drip drip the golden nectar as it fell from his trembling lip
And from Far Below and somewhere way out behind
He managed to find his grimy index finger
Still attached the very hand that found it and carried it to him
So that he could point it all around
You and you '- and you no...no no
I don't remember ..you NO! Just leme lone...
Then in a momentary pause allowed because
He endeavored to steady that uncontrollable waggling finger long enough to get focus on the crosshairs and when he did ....
...what he saw... instead
Was not all bad memories as there a few happy smiling faces
Then he remembered those things he had forgotten
I don't blame you he said out loud I knew you when you were gone that you just went cuz the rest of them had
And that very second his grimy wagging finger came to a stuttering and then steady stop
On a face he didn't recognize
Just as the bottle in his hand crashed in a silver bell sound and silver shards scaterred
As if playing a dirge as his words criss-crossing and slamming into hers - the two merged
Who are you ! he managed from the rusty hinges of his seldom-used vocal cords
Just before he dived after the golden liquid nectar
He heard her voice as it cut across and got through
The sweetest voice ,the sweetest sound , the sweetest words and the very last he ever heard
Sir ..! I work at the bakery down the street and I was hoping you would allow me (the three douhnuts slipping from her hand
had not hit the ground. ...before)
to give you something to eat.
He heard it all as they reached their mark
Just before... he tumbled into the dark
He was dead before she reached him
And though she didn't. know a thing about him
She yelled to a person passing by to please call 911
Then she sat there crying with his head resting on her lap.
"So he wouldnt be alone."
The king was dead....his lonely reign ... all his bitter pain. and his life was salvaged. ...by three doughnuts
and the kindness of a stranger.
