(shoes of fools)
do no harm, unchain the bars
let them bark at passing cars
needles, diapers, ancient hot dogs
build our streets on beer and rot logs
hear their secrets at the park
watch them miss near every mark
shaking hands at those they’ve hated
waving lips at those they’ve dated
who are these ones who stagger amongst us?
walking free a-wing our justice.
is a better mattress the tax-center doorway?
and all the jibbering, their busker’s foreplay?
or would a wall they could not punch
filled with feathers, serve better lunch?
arguments strong, on whiskied breath
they smell like hell escaping death
and all the while we pat our backs
for how we’ve treated our neighbor lax.
Ignoring who they’ve stolen from
we talk of weather and flavored rum
caring not the beds they’ve robbed
we sign the freedoms of those unjobbed
envisioning only the wrongs done on them
we burgle their souls with such an anthem
saying they’re fine to walk as they do
assigning blame to the rest of of the crew.
they become the saints of New Orleans
sweating virtue through crazed self-quarrelin
let him tell you, listen to his points
watch him shine as he self-annoints
“The world is my oyster”, he claps like a clam
“I am the one who founded this land.”
“I’ve ready thirty books this month alone
never you mind the whole ocean’s my home.”
He’s a dark professor, forgiving little
and I am guilty of most of his riddle
but can it be said I now do him right
to let him prattle both day and night?
to go where he wishes, num one and num two
to zombie the streets like a hole in our shoe
to cast out his demons straight into our souls
to breed up the cause ways with more of fool’s foals?
Perhaps we love him the degree that we do
because we’re afraid we might walk that shoe.