Pitiless vagrant pacing his cage.
Assaulted by the law for affronting the sensibilities of not so
Alone and ready to explode like a rocket in a bottle.
Shouting mangled poems into stopped cars.
Flinging visions off the rooftops in San Francisco.
Surveying and adding to the surreal distraction of New York City.
Reporting from the edge where jazz mingled with street noise in panoramic
Space man in human guise here to translate the mysterious music of
the universe, audible to only a few.
He marched as a feeble foot soldier.
Rag and bone man watching the stars for a pathway home.
Scribbling in a violent rush onto the backs of dirty envelopes:
A language all his own.