people of wonder
there are those pieces
of flesh out there
you just wonder how they do it
like this one
on the evening bus tonight
talking to himself
screaming, actually
pointing and carrying on
toward some imaginary transgressor
scaring parents and children
i mean he paid to get on this bus
he dressed himself
not well
but i’ve seen millionaires look worse
he has a cell phone
the he keeps checking
somebody is paying for that bill
he even manages
to ask someone the time
in between outbursts
these people of wonder astound me
they give me fear
they give me hope
this lunatic on the bus
those crazies walking the streets
shouting into the darkness
with their shoes tied
and their faces shaved
the ones who manage to buy
a cup of coffee in burger king
while writhing in pain
the ones in the train stations
testifying with god on their side
they give me mystery
they give me intrigue
something magical to believe in
a different kind of light
to shine on this fat and dull world
they are like a different species altogether
from the other lumps of flesh
on this rolling ball of gas
the ones who always
know the time
have exact change
and never start and argument
with anyone
real or imagined.
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