IconsA Poem by ConstanceYes, I actually met and knew these people. Just recording the memorySanta Claus lives in El Centro I met him at the bus stop on the Boulevard Puke on his shoes, leaves in his beard Curses on his lips, track marks on his arms All dressed for Christmas in the middle of March
Jesus resides in a traveling van Caught between San Diego and Death Valley I met him on a highway in the desert Three dogs in the back on a piss-stained mattress His eyes vacant but his words sentient
The aliens left us the lovely Rael She grew up in Brooklyn, made the desert her home I met her on a corner stoop in the dirty part of town Dusty broomstick skirt trailing the ground Her face wrinkled, her eyes alight with rebirth
Yet of all the saints and famous I met in my life The greatest had armed robbed 47 banks And finally resigned himself to being a carnie Bob lived homeless in the off season And fed the ones who were always homeless
Bob fed Santa, and Jesus,and the Alien Rael He brought them medicine, and laughter Made them feel human, these superheroes By simply talking to them, touching their hands Which always means more than coins
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5 Reviews Added on July 17, 2009 AuthorConstanceA Small Town in, KSAboutI write about my past, my own real experiences. Even my poetry is inspired by my life. I was, I suppose, born writing, making up stories and rhymes from about when I started to speak, but had to wait .. more..Writing
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