“no place to lay his head” Matthew 8:20
- Sebastian Jack
- Nov 26
- 1 min read
so many times I HAPPENED near
the avenue of alleys dim
where BOYS UNBLESSED by wings appear
to hide and seek in doorways, swim
in clothes that seem ill-fit for hips
these CURS THAT ROAM, their skin surveyed
as fur comes loose and VIRTUE SLIPS
from smiles fake like lemonade
---
too tart to quench their thirst, will feed
with MOUTHS and parts, if CRACKS and cleft
I count myself as SPILLING SEED
untold the times as lone I left
but THERE WAS ONE who stayed the glow
unhurried roach when found in light
beneath the lamp and BREATHING SNOW
receiving what my heart would fight
---
but couldn’t stop, as closer beat
the RHYTHMS POUNDING, sound of one
his whisper, “ALWAYS YOU,” as sweet
as any words I’ve written, done....
when led me to the bar not far
from where he’d LEAN on wall and hum
whilst I, my LIPS and FINGERS sparred
to have the all of him and.. “COME...”
---
..before the brick, before the tryst
we entered through a NOISY DOOR
“yes, COME INSIDE, a lovely list
of wines and menu... OWE YOU FOR
the many times was able eat
for all the KINDNESS in your guise
I pray we have a proper MEET
and GREET as toast a friend..” my eyes
---
were filled with what could ONLY BE
a snowflake’s barbs or lash’s sting
but in my soul UNMOORED AT SEA
I saw an island, felt the Spring
as Winter left and Christmas stayed
where hearts of two who COULD NOT skew
more unalike if unafraid
found WARMING in our learning new..