The ManA Poem by John RyanThis once lost poem is about a homeless man I met long ago when I went to New Orleans. I wrote it years ago, and tucked it away. Until now. Enjoy.
The Man sees the Sun
But He sees the Other Side as well He Exists in the syrupy Slipstream between one Thought and the Next. Delirious, with Communication and Complications, He talks of the Power of a thousand jungle Animals. He Bleeds and sees the Living He Breathes and sees the Inside of the Dying He sees the Cool inside the Hot The Up, within the Down
The Right within the Wrong He swims in a toxic Wonderment of Musical Currents large and small Not knowing nor caring about the Past or Future Only the Now Looking, for that one Spot on Frenchman Street Chewing the Fat while Knowing that he is S**t out of Luck with God So, until then he`s going to do it His Way One Drink at a Time © 2014 John RyanAuthor's Note
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Added on March 26, 2014Last Updated on March 26, 2014 Tags: homeless man, drunk, dammed, the moment Author
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