poetry:// with homless eyes...

with homeless eyes...
I see the clouds move in waves...
time has stood still...
the many spirits rush by me...
I can feel their wind crash against me...
they rush by... loudly...
the A train...
at midnight... my little sail boat nears cuba
will the coast guard return me to the sharks I have escaped?
spirits do they know I am here?
my mother's loving arms... freedom.
the A train's motion, it rocks me to sleep
dark tunnels of dreams
light effects speed hypnotism
sounds like a sweet rock a bye
speed effects vision, kicks up the dust of the day
I am dirt... a bum... depressed magnetism...
with dry eyes, like an old river bed during a seven year drought
flatbush avenue's police sirens... a mermaids song...
arrest me! I'm haitian...
vision is lost... a dark street with a dim light at the corner
don't walk... walk... don't walk... walk... don't walk... sleepwalk
the A train... again tonight
I placed the new york times over my eyes
I can't stand the people looking... those eyes
I feel the pressures of my socks against the sole of my boots
I feel the pressures of hunger against my soul
five layers of the times to keep out the light from my eyes
the paper is warn... my mother's favorite blanket...
the words keep the cold away... no news about me...
any news today? no wars, no country... no home
the A train... I want to make it today. I want to make it...
I want to go home
took the times off my face... last stop.
snoopy got a home... why can't I?