conversation with a madman…

a disheveled man
just outside the market
collecting recyclable
bottles and cans
shuttling his mobile
stainless steel
wireframed home
from one bin
to the other
young
but
aged by war
it would seem
given
his
desert camouflage pants
and jacket
he did not
ask
for anything
but
he looked
in need
of a meal
so
i gave him
some cash
in return
he shared
his political views
and
concise concerns
for the welfare
of the world
as i entered
a banker type
leaving
the market
commented to me
how
horrible
his day was
with
stock prices
going down

an unusual career path…

copyright cwmartin 2011

he’s a madman
don’t want
no canonization
just wants
his cheap wine
and a pack
of lucky strikes
all this talk
of salvation
has made him
make a proclamation
heaven is full
of useless saints
quite willing
to welcome you in
but
while earthly bound
you’re on your own
so he’d rather have
cheap wine
and a pack
of lucky strikes
don’t need no
door-to-door prophets
nor cartoons
depicting heaven
that no one’s seen
but he’s seen the news
while in the liquor store
’bout the state of the world
and
all the dire predictions
’bout most of mankind
and he’s seen
politicians come and go
making the same damn promises
everytime
sold
bought
and never delivered
to hapless voters
so he chooses
to be a madman
don’t need no canonization
just cheap wine
and a pack
of lucky strikes