on the sidewalk

on the sidewalk

by Charles Robert Hice on Saturday, July 30, 2011 at 6:03pm

on the sidewalk
on the sidewalk
blistered feet black move slowly facetiously with calibration hot tongue read between the lines eye like ivy to touch in your pink mouth eye dream of self sex on the sidewalk there is soft things to be touched white this is madness and yet eye must play with a soft silky length of brown skin so soft it hurts to let it go cream the women in my life just do not yet knoe what it would mean to feel me shooting kiss me there its madness and desire some hair some gristle in the mill iff ewe only will remove my old boots but first replace them with new ones eye need new feet on the sidewalk all the faith in the world is only poverty without works of richness without works of madness eye live on love on the sidewalk it is hard to feel my pride in public sex is yours in private when you touch your brown skin is it like mine it makes me come to some understanding what it would take to love ewe in the long run


ed.note.ed iff you see yourself in my pornographic poem yes its ewe
is it ewe ???

Ideaeye.docx

Ideaeye.docx

Ideaeye.docx

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Eye spent time sending messages at least two then discovered eye am not logged into the account here ici eye think eye will skip this peanuty step and let them smurf other emails more importantly eye need to do more work it is not a designated quiet space eye think there is a limit to what can eye expect or except the cell phone callsmight be off the wall ideaeye the phone calls is the worse sort of uncontrolled noise the other people sitting is the other is the street outside my window is not very far away a leap the tinkling of the glass a drop of only one story and then escape the boredom of surviving the guilt of living in the not so quiet spaces of the needing  plugs for laptops and for phones why dont they charge them up at home iff eye could get three batterys from DELL eye would never use the plug just flip this sucker laptop open like a huge giant phone and type with my remote battery operated channel changer eye just found the security here is against facebook eye think it is the chat box they think it should not work with the high security settings they have in place to keep facebook from working but mine works so what iff they dont like it they can keep the settings the way they are is fine they would charge me money like the coffee shops iff they could get away with doing the pay coins in the slot on the table to start the power outlets on the wall the ideaeye is to keep people from actually using the computors at least to keep people from doing anything while online because they did not use a filter it is still very difficult to do my facebook it is the fact of my Dell is old and needs a tune up it fell into the crack between the high security settings and eye am setting pretty much where eye get the ideaeye am happy facebook works someone should write the congress please tell them to stop the misuse of public funding stop giving money to the Universities for Public Utilities such as libraries iff they continue to shut out the homeless and the poor and the working laptop computors. People who get smarter then the Robots get the ideaeye. 

Jesus Sound

Jesus Sound 

IN Eternity there is no noise 
there is no sound 
of the fires of hell 
no one there hears the noise 
they are free 
everyone is well 
there is where they Worship
GOD the Lord

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strained

strained

strained

my relationship with me is strained glass iff eye were myself eye would be someone else being homeless is not the best thing in this world to be someone would help iff eye could be someone and still be me who would eye be a home owner with a boat a slip a sloop into the night with fourteen hundread batteries for wireless provided by the sea as free why not ocean going intergnet for people just like me to lie aboard more then concrete with a board for my protection it is only there for looks like a poor boys suggestion a shaking spear how could eye use it for a weapon it is crossed with a much smaller stick to be religion. Oh Jesus forgive me eye am not a good Christian letting my extra things rot in the rain no where to lay my head no gain no immediate shelter just laying near my shopping cart hoping no one tries to rob me of my things this laptop is one of the things eye do not wish to lose them. The bagel shoppe is busy ewe eye will finish this strained poem at McDonald's. eye am bugging out and strained. today eye found how hard it is to be friendly to other people eye offered to let a man use my electric plug to share the intergnet signal space which is very limited he ignored me unkindly and rudely told me eye am not in charge of this place he can find another plug is the way he putt this SO BE IT eye will remember the rude long after eye have forgotten being here today some people came in looking for a place to sit they had to go into the Kiddie Land where the little people play some people left with there children in tow the woman gave me a hard look and eye am sitting in the main room not in her Kiddie land place she did not like the old man on the computor the hair and the old clothes must have fooled her its hard to be homeless and so good looking in this public space but eye will not be so quick to be nice to other people next time eye will just do my thing in my alone no reason to offer to share let them find there own damn plugg do you think its right to be so rude to people trying to be nice

4THofJulyJesus

4THofJulyJesus

4THofJulyJesus

Jesus walks on the sidewalk with me in the heat but he dont feel it he drinks the shade from every side street he notices the homeless on the bus stops the bus not running on the holiday is here they pass out drunk waiting for the ride home that never comes the police drive by tooting the buzzer horn not wishing to arrest no one on the Fourth of July Jesus walks on the sidewalk with me he notices the smell of the sewer CRACK he says and eye smile they must be smoking them pipes underground this City has a system for the coming Storms to Drain the Mary Jane stinks like weed it is coming from the side street Jesus walks with me on the sidewalk sniffing at the shade the heat melts my fingers on the tape eye twisted it around the shopping cart handle so eye can hold on and steer this thing is full of wonderful things. My heart lays in the shopping cart. Jesus walks on the sidewalk with me looking at the people passing me most of them strangers using drugs and Jesus smiles. He sees them users as real people not just Devils in disguise. Jesus walks past me on the Sidewalk seeing the person of the wino around the corner eye did not see him as eye went inside the store to get my coffee is so good now its so hot eye have to sip it Jesus saved the wino from my cart full of surprises as eye round the corner past the wino fading in my distance eye only noticed how dirty his clothes were even his tennis shoes he was nursing one bottle of beer like it was the only one he will ever have eye suppose someone gave it to him for the Fourth of July and Jesus loved him as we both came passing bye. While Jesus smiles CharlaX cries.