xenization by Murphy Clamrod

xenization

by
Murphy Clamrod

the streets are a buzz with busy
people with things to do
agendas being met
it is nice to
watch from
over here
invisible
my schedule
is clear and
they hate me
for that
but they
won’t
take
the
time
to tell
me this
“no time
for that”
they’d say
arguing over
which must do
is more important

these are very busy
times and these are the
right people for the job
texting emailing
eating a hot dog
while juggling
3 cups of coffee
and an affair
that will most likely
ruin their entire busy life-style
i have only had one cup of coffee
and they
hate me
for that

curiosity of a child gazing
in my direction wondering
what the strange man is
doing with his weird hat
hunched over out here in
the heat of mid-day sun
his mom who lost track
for just a second
stares at me with
panic as she grabs
his arm and
pulls him to
her breasts

back to
invisible

shadows
growing long
here in
the courtyard
peoples paths
changing as the
sun dips into
horizon
mood is
turning thick
as their lists
evolve
it gets
scary
around here
after dark
when the lists
are gone
trading
well thought out
dreams
for reckless fantasy
letting their hectic
days bleed into the
night time gutters
as they wash their
stained
souls
with
spirits
and
i am
a
ghost

&
they
fucking
hate
me
for
that

~ANACHRONISM~ by Murphy Clamrod

~ANACHRONISM~
by Murphy Clamrod

on the hampeah
in the hampaha
right next to
and all around
so filthy mixed
nothing clean
time for laundry
who has time for
laundry shouldn’t
we be out livin’
dirty & raw & real
and unbeaten by it
scheduled ritualistic
absolootnumbakahfucked!

and we read into it
much to deep always
tempting a new outcome
one different then before
the same inevitable crash
falling face first for fun

rummagin’ through it all
unearthed a favorite tee
passed sight sniff check
approved for da’partacha
book bag full a ready2go
with destination unknown

i stroll alone in groups
bus w/ da same strangers
dirty shirt dirty shorts
dirty mind eyeball girls
lots of useless thoughts
waiting quiet my madness

sweat soaks my hats brim
mights well get off heah
walkin’ the city streets
lookin’ for a write spot
solitude among da masses
i seek peace in this war

pine tree
park bench
turned ohvah
shoppin khat
this will do
resting along
the banks of city
watching da dailies
chasing their dreams
suffering praying unheard

pack
my pen
my pad
my pondering

brush the dirt from my ass
gather all my other things
keep my head down and walk
got just enough cash for 2
pabst twenty-four ounceahs
& a 7-11 beef stick suppah

gotta get me some bus fare
makin my way outta da’city
downtown & crossin traffic
headed no where in a hurry
found some dahk cohnah bah
drunk hippies readin poems

sucking life from my smoke
i hear happy & i hear hope
i see a the sign says 3.00
i say to myself this sucks
i crush out that pall mall
i am prepared & ready2fall
face first 4 the fun of it

hey ‘door-guy’
heard any angry
hippies yet today
he looked away 2 say
hell no they all happy
holdin hands spreadin joy

what is wrong with the mad
the forever upset by something
the couldn’t be happy nomatterwhats
are they the yin to the yang of this
the opposite of these blissful hippies
the wake up with something more todayers
what is wrong with you people please stop
the world will never be harmoniously aligned
the wars will rage throughout civilizations
are you kidding me with all your optimistic
the people of this planet hate peacefulness
the conflict allows for order in total chaos
what would we do with all the war dead if alive
the earth can not sustain the life thats here
the resources would be long gone without war
are the peaceful prepared for protest no
the hippies chant wish dream cast spells
the real change happens though lifeloss
what number of people will the cost be
the exchange rate is high these days
the return is low on hippie dreams
are the yang’s holdin on to tight
the angry people have knifes
the mad ones have guns

they didn’t seem to mind my poem
one girl yelled to me i love you
i quickly accepted $5.00 in tips
and i shook the ‘door-guys’ hand
if i hustle i can catch that 26N
get home with time to do laundry