from the pavement, Gather my bag
wipe off the blood on my chin
with the back of my sleeve
As I walk towards the gas station
I hear the dreaded horn again
I look back just in time to see
two burning holes that dig into my eyes
I jump, and try to bounce away, I barely
miss getting splattered on the front of that juggernaut
but my shirt catches on the door
and throws me down again.
Tired and hopelessly, devoid of hmm.. hope
I look up the street, and down
scoop up a little bit of dirty water
to wash the freshly cut wound on my arm
I give up trying to get up and walk away,
Every time I try, a truck keeps running me down.
I lay down on my back on the murky dark
side of the street, use my bag as a pillow.
I spread my arms and open my eyes wide
I can barely see the stars,
I hear the hurry of cars on the distant highway
and the silent hum of a dark, busy night.
Two beams of light are coming towards me
No, not again. I don’t need one right now
My thoughts are interrupted by the loud
hoot of a horn. hoot. hoot-hoot.
I stare into those now dreaded burning lights
and think, this is it. I am standing my ground.
I am sleeping here. Take me, boy. I ain’t afraid of you now,
or never any more. I close my eyes in peace.
Seconds tick away, it should be here now.
And then I hear a screech and the noxious
smell of something burning. Footsteps.
I open my eyes to see an old man staring down at me.
You crazy? boy. What’s gotten into your head.
You could be killed, you know. Here, let me
help you up. My, you look terrible. Let’s get
you straightened out at that gas station over there.
He keeps on talking, saying things like
suicide is bad boy, or did someone throw you there
you in some gang, boy? what is it people these days
who …. The voice drowns away as my sleep catches up on me.