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Hallucination
'Do I know you?' drips black
From pale, abused lips.
Once again, these probing strands
Seek, seek though the answer will never grip.
Eyes peering into nothing,
And filled with wisdom and age,
Time has given itself in abundance
But disregards his rage.
He sees the suits and ties and jewels and although he
Grovels and praises the people Manhattan,
His back is weighed down by a knowledge
That it is distasteful these days, to be the Samaritan.
His coarse hands grope and feel
High in the sky they reach,
For riches and glory claimed by others already
In spite of the danger of impeach.
'Feasts fall from the sky!' he hollers
A mighty gift sent from Faeiries indeed!
Of the curse he knows well enough
Yet his avaricious mouth continues to feed.
So often our women catch him,
With his nose up high and searching
Hungry for-not a meal! they know,
But a satisfying of his red mind, unseeing.
Like a drunken man he becomes
High at the scent of dreaming wine,
He looks happy and content for once but
Nevertheless knows his heart is a maddened line.
Children circle around him taunting
Eyes of coals and blood runned teeth,
He covets even these heartless devils
Even if angels are waiting, just waiting for release.
Sometimes he'd sit at a strangers front porch
Always on a cold November night,
Thinking 'I probably should get to work now'
But alas, his flawed mind will never bite.
Is this a story of a man's hallucinations?
If I tell you “No, you're wrong”,
But is one about humans like you and me,
Would you accept this merely a song?
Or would you take heed my warning
And answer my sad Siren call.
For this is not a matter to be dealt
Separately and to be held carelessly light.
Look back upon ourselves
Are we not like this 'man' here-but do not blame!
Who can say this is a hallucination
When all of us are him, all the same?
