Hunchback

I see him from time to time. There – at the corner of my mind’s eye. When he walks – he labors – Releasing a heated sigh. By day on dusty street corners – Shopping cart and faded bus pass. Bowed – legs splayed – reaching down for a butt – One eye watching. Singular and oblivious. A mad Soul gone – COOL. The Devil came one sane night and ended all sanity. Placed him – on parole from Hell. Took his love – and replaced it – with the things of Earth’s creation. He moves on and off dim streets. Immune – no terror – bullets – screams. No longer concerned with ugly or beauty – The World is his burden. It is his Illusion. But, the tower of his mind rings – High and low pitches though the city. ***** loin hanging – to bulbous knees. Side-Slapping – on urine stained thighs. At night he prowls in my mind. Silent – Fleeting – past my mind’s windowpane. Through a lighted street corner – The corner of my eye.