Showing posts with label hobo poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hobo poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, December 26, 2010

"Prophecy of a Scene"

a pile of dog shit
lies in wait
for some unlucky bastard
to step in it

the hot sun, beating
the pink dress
left in a frenzy and astray
upon the side walk,
melts away.

-my submission to Bad Poetry on the Milk Fever blog. (edited version)

Saturday, December 25, 2010

"Dandelion Drunken and Dizzy, New Mexico"

"Dandelion Drunken and Dizzy, New Mexico"

talking time with the sun rolling up the mountain
talking time with the trees pushing up dark, wet soil
talking time with the red reflections of sky in mud

whispering my love into the breeze of Northern New Mexico

the second hand love of users and drunks
the third eye love of gurus, saints, mothers and Jesus
the trampled on love of dogs
and the primal love of sweat

rolling, pushing, prodding, poking love of the world
invisible gem of unparalleled cut and shine
held in the hand of an older man whom I have called,
"one of my strange reflections"

feeling the breeze push through my window
I soon loose the vibration
the one to unwrap my head from cellophane sun
the one to wake me in the morning
the one who writes poetry in mid breath..

I'm feeling dizzy.

I dance off abnormally
to go rest my head
on a cold, rain wet pillow,
sloshing full of free wine and wishes
for a lover to share something with

Seamus Fitzgerald © 2010

Monday, December 6, 2010

Travelin' Poem

 "Toast to Hannah"

young Hannah was a travelin' child
born to a call of an ancient wild
queen of another highway line
stickin' her thumb out most of the time

looking like a wildflower in the sun on the side of the road though
she never be quick to admit she know so

bearing the foot of a soul sewn new
a smile way too hard to see
like a blind man tryin 'to eye a rain drop
on top an ol' redwood tree

the curve of a lost child and
voice of nervousness
unlike any girl I've ever met
now and since

if you're ever looking for a travelin' book
just look at the road young Hannah took
there you'll see foot prints o' black
shinnin' like obsidian and sharp as glass

to feel sorrow married to freedom
just watch young Hannah's
shackles and path




Seamus Fitzgerald
copyright 2010