Isla Vista (For Pirate...The leader of the vagrants)

Silence of me

Isla Vista (for pirate)

 

A sad man

Who spit up blood each morning

Shaking for a drink

Leathered face

Doing anything to sink

Cold sun

Ocean salt

A sad man

Whom during times of  student drunken debauchary,

Would sing a song or tell a joke

And that is how he got paid

Begging

Jestering

A sad bum

Swinging chains for his honor

Throwing up in the bushes

Eye patch

Coins leads him to drink out of his eye for the spectators

Cheering animals

Screaming for their own personal freak show

A sad man

Who talked to me as a normal person at times

I saw him with pity

Wondering how he got to his present

A sad man

He held her hand as she overdosed

I peered through my blinds just as bad as any of the vampires

She bit on a wood stick

He was drunk and had certainly fixed up not long ago

Grumbling he reassured her

Called her baby

Held her head

Watching that she didn’t swallow her tongue

Waiting for the paramedics,

He cried to himself

Maybe a sad man

But I admired him

I realized I was every one 

In one averted look

Reviews

[Jay Randall]

Wow, incredibly noble and insightful work. It shows me that we need to always keep a view on the bigger world out there. If you never really met this man, then you sure had me fooled. It flows well too and has good rythem. Okay, I'm talking out of my a*s now, be assured though it spoke to me.