of course it’s nonsense to believe,
or know head from tails and spin
days into years and find your life
at the water well after hours.
I sold my heart for a cup of coffee,
came home to find a bird outside
on the fire escape, above the sign:
‘$10 fine if found, unless during
my friend who is lovelier than I,
sends me out on a daily voyage,
a prayer in my pocket. I bring
home bacon, cheese and bread
for a child who looks like me.
like fathers before me, I make
the sign of the cross—thrice—
on a head only 8 months old,
as an insurance policy for her
in case the story is true.
a grown man tosses himself
back into the crib. stars shine
In Buffalo, upstate New York,
three guys from the shelter
are running their asses off,
half drunk, through 40 tons
of snow, just to tell the folks
stuck on the high-way about
some holy nonsense.