Experience is the best teacher, but some never really learn as much as they should. |
-Eviction Letter- by Keaton Foster There A homeless man Pinned to his chest Is an eviction letter Written in red pen Or blood It could be said The nailer The crucifier The one swinging the hammer The one inflicting such pain Clearly did so without shame A safetypin was not used Instead a spike was driven To the left of center mass Placed so that he won’t forget Between each labored breath His anguish is apparent His troubles withstanding Line by line it reads Move out Get lost Leave now Vacate or else Thirty days past due From across the street I admire his pain And The ways in which he deals He stumbles around Seemingly drunk to some Seemingly insane to others But neither to me I know what he's doing I see the absolute conviction Of the perpetrated eviction I know what he's doing And more profoundly Where it is he has been And where he is going All of his struggles Linger in a pool of relation And he is just swimming While I am at the bottom Looking up at existence Seeing past the murkiness Out into the clarity Out into eventuality Long ago I wore that same letter I did those same gestures Acted as if I was drunk Pretended as if I was insane Neither was the case There A homeless man Pinned to his chest Is an eviction letter Written in red pen Or blood It could be said I step from my position of both Experience and conviction Waving the man closer Watching as he crosses the street Stumbling ass over kettle He won’t make it to me I’ll save him the pain Avoid him further shame Come to me I again scream I will help you remove that note The eviction letter You’ve been saddled with Come to me and I’ll save you The only way I know how He inches along Doing his very best To make me feel sorrier What a meager performance He of course has no clue Who it is he is dealing with He outstretches his hand Sir, give me what you can spare As you can see I have no home No comfort for these bones Nothing at all but my pain And this letter hammered Into the core of my chest I reply Never one so refined I whisper too late Look out for that bus… Eviction Letter Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |