Cardboard City

(Where the streets are full of pity)

Last night! I met an old boxer
in an alley of cardboard;
he seemed glad to see me,
shouted me over for a fight!
I told him!
“Hey I’m not in your league”
“Young man.” He said. “That’s alright.”
“So! I suppose you’re going to leave me,
cos the forecast is for rain, you in
your fine mansion, mine, just a
bloody pain”
“It’s not corrugated you see
it just keeps letting in the damp.”
“But then again I guess,
that’s O.K, for a foolish old tramp.”
He told me!
“What’s the price of glory if one is
shackled to the past. Even my old
woman left me, took my purse in
pursuit of another man. To think
I really loved her, gave her all that I
could, the witch hankered for the
final count, then left me where I
stood!”
He rambled on discursively!
“Take me away from this
‘Cardboard City’ Wrap me up in
sentimental pity.
Help me roam within my native
‘Devon’ Chase illusive rainbows back 
into heaven.”
“Its years of abusing whisky,
Its years of abusing gin,
Its years of perpetual hoar frosts
that hones this savage grin. For
here I lay beneath this lamp, I hope
you understand, with only a
watery moon for comfort and
above me, this single amp!”
“How do you think I feel, here?
In chains of formal sorrow,
replaying each vintage year
each round like no tomorrow!”
“Each morning still, I count the
homeless, watch the van collect
the corpse, I caress each nightly
affliction to ease each delusion
that warps.”
“So! Give an old man a second chance
to come out gamely fighting,
repay life’s referee, society
the uninviting.”
His bottle ran dry,
his words began to wound.
Here! In God’s own country
left high wide and marooned.
Yet like the mortal flame
he submits to the desolate night,
the municipal van empowered
to administer the ultimate rite.
No dawn able to invigorate
leaves this empty feeling in me
the morning dew edulcorates
while a soul in hell is set free!

© Harry J Horsman  1996
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Dietrich Avatar
December 25, 2012 at 7:07 PM
wow, this is intense AND effective in its message, harry. I'm glad I was able to come to page 6 again and find a new poem for myself to read. You tied it up so great: while a soul in hell is set free. WOW!
Perez Avatar
November 24, 2011 at 9:00 AM
I love the narrative, consider myself a narrative, storytelling poet, much to the despair of my longtime teach & mentor in Atlanta, Walter Griffin. He didn't raise me to be narrative. We write differently, but we love each other (still). Thank you for commenting on my new poem, which I had fun writing this morning. Nola
Maverick Avatar
November 7, 2011 at 1:04 PM
Yes everwhere is full of wasted lives or so i seems Harry, making problems seem to be the no 1 priority for mankind though..! 'just now it seems too bad however;)
Breidenthal Avatar
November 1, 2011 at 6:22 PM
This is so awesome! I love the conversational, story-telling energy of this particular poem. I can hear this old man as if I was there. ~Laura
Wood Avatar
October 30, 2011 at 6:03 PM
mad!!! proper mate i like it. dean
Sweetheart Avatar
October 29, 2011 at 11:18 AM
a dynamic look at the rise and fall of a credible personality Harry .. amazing lines of intense emotion and luv the emphasis on your words with punctuation and dialogue ..good luck in the contest with this tale of the cardboard city.. hope all has been going well for u my friend.. always miss Harry luv..
Neels Avatar
October 29, 2011 at 10:00 AM
Wow, I had to recommend this, hope you don't mind.. This is one powerful write Harry.. Highlighting something we see every day and turn a blind eye too.. Really love this :) thank you for the smiles you provided with your comment on my "playing with fire" write!! love, Wilma
Wesley Avatar
October 28, 2011 at 5:58 PM
Wo Harry, most of us never come in contact with these sad people. Your graphic verse gives insight into the terrible problem of homelessness. You really put your all in this.
Kendrick Avatar
October 28, 2011 at 5:15 PM
Great work about the homeless..Sad in this great city where we have systems to help these people there is no one helping them.Good luck in the contest. Reads like a winner to me..I am glad that I chose this one to read today..Thanks for stopping by, reading,and commenting on my work..I appreciate the time spent there..Sara
Kendrick Avatar
October 28, 2011 at 5:15 PM
I meant in line one..Great country..Sorry..Sara
Devonshire Avatar
October 28, 2011 at 11:03 AM
There are so many of these "cardboard" people, Harry, and your poem is compelling. Very well written. In NY, we see people living on top of cardboard -- not even a box into which they might crawl. Excellent write on a very sad situation. Best wishes in the contest! Love, Carolyn
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