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"THESE CITY EYES"


ex-wives and mothers watching 
from their porches as they 
wait for child support.
fathers who don't see their 
children but murder 
themselves to pay for that 
bitch's lifestyle return 
home.
down the street cars fight 
for parking, cars go in and 
out of the driveway as 
shopping carts wait for a new
lover's hands.
they all stare looking at me 
walk and they wonder.
as I walk on, Gould plays in
my headphones. 
I see Gould close his eyes
during his hand movements on 
his piano.
these city eyes see one thing 
and it causes them to reach 
for their cell phones.
the number will be 911.
but it won't get called just 
yet, they stay ready for
the moment I make a criminal 
move.
no one stops me to ask who 
I'm listening to.
no one cares of the books 
I've read today.
no one cares why my heart is 
in another city with the only
woman I've ever loved and at 
that, more than myself. 


they've conceived a result by 
conceiving their end to the 
start of mine.
they see the brown skin, the 
bald head, the long socks,
the white shoes and ravaged 
face on a man who should 
look younger.
they never ask why.
they know nothing of me or 
the children that I've 
fathered. 
they know nothing of me or 
the tears that have fallen
from my face like bombs 
dropped in a war.
they know nothing of me or 
the nights I've given
my sickness to the typewriter 
and pacific.
all they know, is the fear in 
the unknown instead of 
finding the light in the 
darkness. 
today these city eyes see a 
criminal lowlife and not the 
poet,
as Gould and I live in 
beauty.



By: Chicano Eddie
9-16-2016

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