Radical Posture

Box it up and mail me out with the soul in the soles that stayed afloat
at least they are guaranteed for life,not the sand or dirt from the streets
not the beauty of the people they have met along the way
conversation or story
I bring the mutual aid boy scout badges home to the auld man from the people I meet and he puts them on his walker
those we keep and box up next to the medallions of my grandfather and uncles who built the bridges and tunnels of this city
the belief in the bigger picture was always the lesson,horrible situations handled with grace and style
work tied with the heart and laces of the ground covered
is this an ode to my boots and this city?
a song to the people who have toiled in the same way?
I sing my boots eclectic and Whitman can buy us a drink
They will be replaced along with the spirits of new days to come
different century
Same soul
same fight
Except I will have two pairs
this time



Epitaph for my Heart

New York,New York
South Ferry/Whitehall Station

When the 3:30am boat docked the passengers were shocked and horrified by what was found on the steps of the departure platform outside the terminal.Witnesses say it is common to see things dropped while running for the late night ferry but this was obvious it was not meant to be left behind so they alerted the nearest workers.”We had seen him on the phone for awhile outside here, he was loud but that is nothing to worry about around here …we thought is was a sandwich when he left” said a ten year veteran of the late shift maintenance crew.When the still beating and trampled heart was found the police wrapped it in newspaper then placed it the bin with the rest of the forgotten items that litter the ferry station on a daily basis.”If someone really wants it they will come back and get it or not it, happens all the time “cracked the officer.