I walked in step
with that old guy
beside me.
Watched as he craned
his old neck around
at every
sweet smelling
beauty that passed us
by.
We stay that way for awhile.
Walking ,watching the parade of
hometown and home grown
beauty's walking,driving and pedaling
their way past.
For a few moments
I fell in Love.
And they all lasted
just long enough
to watch the different
versions of her blend into
the streets and vanish.
We approached some boys
sneaking left handed
cigarettes while sitting
on a wall half hidden
from the world beneath a
drooping
eucalyptus.
A tall boy rose his
chin to me as his fist
went into a ball.
I smiled as the Old Man
and I continued on.
I casually tightened my grip
on the pistol in my pocket.
But I had already
decided to let
this stupid young
boy grow into an
idiot of a man.
I caressed the
warm pistol inside
my warm coat pocket.
I felt the idiots eyes
burning into my back.
The brave Bull Fighter
came to mind
and the idiot beast
whose craving for
the flag of
red draws him to his
doom.
Cruel I've been along
my way,
the slaughter is what
stays with you.
All the rest
was just
time spent in
passing.
The old man
who finds me
when I'm unsure and
afraid,troubled and
out of drugs and searching for
reasons to continue on shook his
grey head as I looked his way.
I did what I always do
at the sight of him.
I laughed both to myself
and at myself.
Once that started the Old
man got to laughing which soon
turned into coughing.
Then like we always do,
we took the briefest of
moments and said our good byes
with our eyes.
Two sets of the same eyes
both witnessing it all
together.
One set reminding the
other of how much longer he has to be
here.
I secretly thank
him and he always
reminds me that I'm not
going any where any time
soon.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
I walked in step
with that old guy
beside me.
Watched as he craned
his old neck around
at every
sweet smelling
beauty that passed us
by.
We stay that way for awhile.
Walking ,watching the parade of
hometown and home grown
beauty's walking,driving and pedaling
their way past.
For a few moments
I fell in Love.
And they all lasted
just long enough
to watch the different
versions of her blend into
the streets and vanish.
We approached some boys
sneaking left handed
cigarettes while sitting
on a wall half hidden
from the world beneath a
drooping
eucalyptus.
A tall boy rose his
chin to me as his fist
went into a ball.
I smiled as the Old Man
and I continued on.
I casually tightened my grip
on the pistol in my pocket.
But I had already
decided to let
this stupid young
boy grow into an
idiot of a man.
I caressed the
warm pistol inside
my warm coat pocket.
I felt the idiots eyes
burning into my back.
The brave Bull Fighter
came to mind
and the idiot beast
whose craving for
the flag of
red draws him to his
doom.
Cruel I've been along
my way,
the slaughter is what
stays with you.
All the rest
was just
time spent in
passing.
The old man
who finds me
when I'm unsure and
afraid,troubled and
out of drugs and searching for
reasons to continue on shook his
grey head as I looked his way.
I did what I always do
at the sight of him.
I laughed both to myself
and at myself.
Once that started the Old
man got to laughing which soon
turned into coughing.
Then like we always do,
we took the briefest of
moments and said our good byes
with our eyes.
Two sets of the same eyes
both witnessing it all
together.
One set reminding the
other of how much longer he has to be
here.
I secretly thank
him and he always
reminds me that I'm not
going any where any time
soon.
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