A Conversation and an observation

I once saw a homeless man and he saw me. This is how I think it went.

 A conversation and an observation.

 

While on my daily urban trek

Walking with out knowledge of what I am to expect.

To the right corner of my eyes

 what did my eyes realize?

A half naked man on a long flight of stairs having a conversation.

This is an odd aberration.

I thought.

My prejudges I fought.

I was not surprised that he was over sized.

Tan from the roofless sky his face greets everyday.

This being clad in just a pair of ripped shorts had much say.

To himself.

It was a sick moving  monologue.

I think he mention, Milk, the Sky, and God.

His wild beard

 Appeared

 To have a life force of its own.

Man, I better leave this man alone.

Minimal eyes contact was needed.

To himself he begged and pleaded.

One minute jovial.

The next melancholy.

His mouth screaming.

While his eyes scheming

 on  survival.

Then I was spotted.

Instantaneous Felt like my insides rotted.

 He knew what I was thinking.

I felt low.

I picked up my pace.

And quickly hid my face.

In shame.

I could have been human enough to ask his name.

Then again it is rude to cut into ones conversation.

 

Who does this guy think he is supposed to be?

Looking up his nose at me.

With his tight running pants and his cheap white shirt.

If I were 20 years younger I would make that b***h wear a skirt.

(“He’s looking at us, I think harm is his reason”)

Every time you talk it sound like some sort of treason!

(“Don’t worry next year will be our season”)

That’s all you every say.

I would like to make that quick walking gawkier pay.

(“My its such a nice day in May”)

You fool its February.

Stop acting joyful and merry.

Back to this snob with his Ipod and God complex.

I would like to break his neck.

I deserve respect.

I used to be someone.

It’s not even fair.

I’m my youth I was a millionaire.

If he talks to me I would tell him how.

Here and now.

(“ Yes but you lost everything, pauper now used to be king”)

Does he not know I could take his life?

Hope he walks back later when I have my knife.

Reviews

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The lines "It’s not even fair" is not in italics like the rest (nor is it in parentheses); does this indicate an agreement between the two personalities. I wonder which personality is really the homeless man; the joyful, merry one or the other. I spot a common ground between yourself and the homeless man; you both have a 'killer' instinct. The scenario you presented is humorous, but the story is sad, sad for many reasons. Emotional write.

[Muse]

First off, nice job on the title. Tht title alone is enough to make me want to read. Interesting write, it makes you appear unstable but brilliant. :)

[Lily Mae]

The true balance of life here.. Ah Ha moments.. when you actually try to walk in someone else's shoes..x Great write..x

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Captured viewpoints splendidly :)

[stars are far]

i loved that
but for me when i see such man i feel that i want to cry not to kill him ...

i loved mostly the last two line :)
good work

[Raven Starhawk]

I have come across people who seem to think respect is a foreign word. Your last two lines though leave a almost frightening effect which is a most wonderful surprise from my standpoint.

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime can see and meet the strangest of people. I like the way you made this story come alive. I like the feel of no pity. Just interest and desire to walk away. I like the conversation of the man. A very strong ending to a excellent poem. Many are getting lost. Some do not want help.
Coyote

[quinfinn]

you are terrific at pulling the reader into the scenes you create. outstanding!