I wonder that this wasn't named Poem Without the Kind Ones. Or Song of Life: Nasty, Brutish, Sneering and Judgmental. -----Original Message----- From: Eric Yost <NYCEric@xxxxxxxxxx> Sent: Sep 13, 2004 1:10 AM To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Subject: [lit-ideas] Allegro a'la Geary The Kind Ones Sing the broom handle homeless dance. cardboard street shuffle past chance romance of flesh near the fish market park it and go hobo hangout tango pager street corner loner prophet seer ranger the spare-changer dime-dancing in a rotten barge, the doorman-at-large, the urban survivalist revivalist tranced in the park in the street after dark -- army on neglected stairs occupying everywhere -- Sing if you feel like singing of the void stare the matted hair the black shirt that was green, the flat clacks that were shoes. It's no news. It's no fame. It's not a question of blame, the blasted life strife sandwich wagon hourly coffee cup clinker sinking the smell the sour smell the sour smell loss gives to sweat, staggering or collapsed annoying madman who is our brother mother our priest we who are the least in our suits and baggy Day-Glo jobs. Sing them all broken untended mendicant tribes, those generous souls, the kind ones who co-opt us, we the lost and crafty do-as-you're-tolders. Praise them all for adopting us, for suffering us. Praise them for showing us our own clenched disgraces of faces. (c)1999 ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html