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Invitation to Reality ___ 

Embossed, elegant and proper 
With white glove upon silver tray 
(He imagined ) 
the invitation 
Would surely come 
To announce his required presence to attend. 

His fellow wordsmith's and other known 
Notorious Poets of the Dusky Café , 
Would say, "Come speak and bend your phrase 
and entertain us, on this, your sixty-first birthday". 

A celebration that would envy, Cyrano, Don Quixote' 
and all those other guys with 
Wine, laughter and raucous noise 
While out on the town with the boys. 

With this, a gentle tear did shyly slip 
Past cheek, mustache and hidden laugh.' 
"My life is proven to be all that I have dreamed"
 
( ___and With that ) 

A crack of burn'n wood and steam 
Did rise to wake from within that barrel of fire 
That warmed the homeless and dispossessed, 
Quaked! Donn Booda, 
In cold damp shoe and common cloth, 
Of yesterday's still dressed. 

Breath of kerosene, and hunger now asleep, 
He’d creep 'round to avoid the shift of wind 
That hawkish did bite the face. 
Covered in smoke, ash and forgotten sins 
For which, he must now pay for his mistake 
Of pride, rebellion and anti-social ways. 

' Ahhh ___ but those were the days, 
Those were the days. ' 


He wanders in whatever direction 
The wind blows his back 
Across the tracks through the brush 
Of once garden's pruned and manicured 
Til bloom of fragrant wafting airs turned to sickly smell 
Of graves now frozen gates to hell. 

Leaning against granite reality 
Scrapes his knuckles and barely bleeds 
Feels the need to rest 
Exhausted, crumples and collapses
 
The stars remain fixed 
His world spins in ellipse 
Of forever turning 
Churning through the airless void. 

His Belly flutters 
Eyelids squint against the light 
Wind whoosh chases night 
Summer and being seven follow him 
Down the path to a porch well worn 
An unlocked door hearing his Mother's scolding scorn, 

' Your hands are dirty and you're late for Dinner ' 

( About : 
Old homeless man wanders into neglected cemetery, 
Dies, and spends eternity reliving memories of Thanksgiving's past.)
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