heavy metal

wearing beads around
your neck without a crucifix, is like
wearing a holster without a iron
no one believes in you, believes you have
anything of contextual content, but


there is something (not
warm) in metal, cold
against the skin if not insulted
unforgable and uncaring - it leaves the world around
us with a sense of
half-ways , like the man

i passed lying half on the sidewalk, half
in the street - half alive
or half dead (a proverbial sampling) - it is a tsunami zone
but warnings are unheeded
so i drive on - half thinking

i can write him
a few words, rhyme him a verse
he will never hear
as his shoreline recedes and my thoughts
return to heavy metal
reflecting soul-y on the piece
i cradle in my hand

not knowing to what?
i should attach it...


bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011

Driving through Eureka CA on hwy 101 - this man burned an image in my brain.
Posted for d'Verse Friday at the Bar