That Guy that Stands on Powell St. with the Sign

City so strange—so strange—can’t say what it is  

but feel it hard in my heart. So much exploding out—  

everybody—and everybody’s not giving a shit about  

the next person on the street, but someone says something  

interesting—well, then: all about it. Let me hear what’s  

on your mind. But—but so much contempt— 

rumbling aftershocks of explosions deep, deep  

underground—and: don’t know, but: feel it and it’s like this:  

as someone with so much to give—really: to give to anyone  

that wants it—never felt so lost, alone, wounded and—  

and frustrated with everything. Not everything. Maybe just  

people—or—but as someone with his whole heart to give,   

as someone who wants nothing more than to give, 

I’m standing here on this corner with my sign and just  

everyone’s walking by, and some people—they just snap, 

“Don’t force it on me!”    Pfft.