Walking, hands in motion
agitates the cool layer of air
beneath the zippered underarms of a rain jacket.
Feet, ragtag holes through worn soles
damp clings to feet
yet still my pace brings me nearer,
yet still I'm left wet bare on the rock:
into sinkholes and sunshine blinds my sins.
Walk, step left step right and on and on...
Exhale into soft spread fabric covered in cool condensation
until it's life warmth fades and sublimes into this air we share.
Walk up await
the coming morning
and from dawn's perspective see
between the lines
the prickly sensation of red weather-raw flesh
and goose bumps too loose
some stand their cheek skin stretched
thin, pale lips groping for life as barely
as a five-cent return on a beer can;
some apt to hone skills,
the genius of stale tobacco turned into streetwise cigarettes;
while others, stumbling foot in front of foot
walk in suspended time,
broken and half-human but for some inexorable craving
for beer for meth for crack for crazy
for tears mixed crimson
in the world's grim grochan.