Saturday, August 6, 2011


sitting on the deck with morning tea
listening to Drag Queens in a Limousine
poets who never speak
natives who survive not weak
prissoners who remain innocent
street people strong not bent
tranvestites in high heels
blind Willie with eyes that feel
drunks with all their compassion
children that play have fun
nuns that feed the hungry
painters that paint what no others see
homeless who are still winners
priests who are not sinners
drifters out front who we follow
politicians who are real not hollow
mentally challenged who let me be
just me
family and friends
all that took me in