Man Down on Main Street
hey, I noticed you watching
all the old men
picking over their breakfasts
and fighting
to wipe the fat from the pan
across the back of
a palm and onto their crusts ..
dear lord, I think
I’ve just fallen in love with
the indent of your
anatomical snuff box and will
therefore endeavour
before I eventually leave this
god forsaken haven
to set a kiss print upon it just
for old times’ sake
and a precautionary measure
to prevent both my
pencil thin lips from turning blue
and silent forever ..
doubled up, face down and lost
on a sidewalk
just outside the old Night Shelter ..