WHEN I WAS A NOBODY

WHEN I WAS A NOBODY

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Homeless mind

serenading the night stars

I always wondered about the windows.

Who were the dwellers

in these honeybee catacombs?

I never had a home

drifting like a vagabond.

Listening to the underground subway

reliant on the heat

in the dead of winter without love.

Homeless heart

the piano keys echoed down below

where I walked

no differently than the millionaires

whose heels were rubber.

Commonalities, like toilet paper

and the commode, of course

we all take a dump the same don’t we?

Freak, that’s what they called me

and the summer

never came soon enough, bluffing me

on a brief sunlit day.

Do you think I always had a good life?

No.

Homeless terrain- got used to it.

Homeless women- I could go on about that.

Rich people never gave a shit.

It took a song and a dance to get a dime.

So do you think this God author

just made it lucky?

Rolling down the window on the limousine

I still detest wealth.

I may die tomorrow from all of the abuse.

The gift of God was an act of Mercy.

Now God, I love.

He loved me when I was a nobody.