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"Teddy Bear..." Current mood: indescribable Category: Writing and Poetry
I’ve walked the streets of so many places - round the world and just around your corner too.
and all the thrown-away people wandering by... wandering being what they are - its all they have now.
Ever really wonder just how many paychecks you are from being a ’them’ too?
I remember reading a Washington Post obit of a Vet that died sleeping on a sidewalk vent - downtown DC, the night before... same day I finally visited ’The Wall’.
I always wondered why - they didn’t add his name... he gave it all in the end.
Being outside - you WANT oversize shoes for the extra socks, ya know?
People have reasons, not always excuses - for being where they are when they are as they are...
and because they ARE people they ARE worth listening to...
"Teddy Bear..." was a ’minute’, just another cold-day- in-hell, Philadelphia... it had snowed the night before.
"Teddy Bear..."
Shuffle a bit, keepin’ warm... move, stop, move again.
Look at the pretties - "...nice pretties...", ice sparkles so - see? So slowly reach, softly touch - touch - trace the smooth melting curves -
breathe, look closer - am cold, move again.
Hates shadows, lives in shadows, is a shadow...
I can see, I can... all the eyes that look away, that just pass by. I watch them scurry, so busy doing... what?
I don’t know but they do - they must cause they’re busy. I was busy, can be busy, look... see? I was...
Am hungry... no matter - eat tomorrow, yeah, tomorrows good, a sunny day, ...warm sunny day - no shadows tomorrow, hates shadows.
Am cold, move again - breathe. I was them... was.
Listens to my heartbeat, is the voice I know best. Its still there... damn, wish it wasn’t. Maybe tomorrow... yeah, tomorrow’s good, a sunny day - hates the shadows.
I had a teddy bear too... somewhere, somewhen, I did... really. I remember...
wish I didn’t - remember. Maybe tomorrow - yeah, maybe tomorrow that’ll be gone too.
Chris T. |