To scratch my skin
stumbling home alone along night long
paths worn thin by shadows.
To beat my forearms backward
agaist yellow-paint brick-walled
houses in the morrow.
Graze, gaze, regague.
To look for lice and rats
along the coal-dusted-hyperdermic train tracks
under drizzled skies.
To stare out beside
concrete switch ties, jumped fences
and tired eyes.
To stub toes in junk water drains
searching for the sky and boys and
To look up
days or maybe only minutes later
to blue skies of the soul.
- Newcastle 2010