These City Eyes
"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
*****'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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