The true story of Humpty Dumpty

I am humpty dupty
I sat on a wall
A pair of hands reached out and shoved me
I had a great fall
It was no accident- I was pushed
And now I lie
My yolk brain splattered on the wall
My egg shell body smashed
Trampled on by the feet of careless passerbys
And all the shrink's pill and the shrink's pschoanalysis
Will never be able to put humpty dumpty together again

Pigeon Man

I have always wondered what it is like
to sit on brick throug sun, sleet, and snow
As the pigeon man does
His browned dreadlocks cascading down his back
Caring for those no else cares about
He feeds with seed the 'dirty city pigeons'
That pecks crumbs of wisdom fro his open course hands
Amongst the hustle and bustle of technolgy
Cars honking horns at people immersed in cell phone conversation around him
No one pays attention to the suburbanized piegons in their path
Many that do pause to kick at them
But I stop and sit next to those others shun
I could venture down the street and trade a wad of bills and brain cells
For some hits and forget it all
But today I feel like remembering
I will glean seeds of thought from the pigeon man
I'll learn what it is like to the save the life of crippled birds
And the value to be found in sitting amongst
An I will ask the pigeons what it is like to search the soul of man and find beauty

Drink

The idiot twirls on the leather stool
He knows to well of life and loss
He is the fly
His drink, the spider
Trapping men in its web
Slowly sucking life blood from them
Their only friend, their greatest vice
And therein lies their misery
hating the next drink
But paying for it anyway
Not with green wrinkled paper
But with their soul and potential
The fool stumbles off the stool
Muttering curses at the world
He trips and falls
Drenches himself in sticky beer
He comes to lie prone, inert on the floor
The next thing covering is a white sheet
In life, every action has a consequence
If you decide to take the drink
It will turn around and take YOU!

Brain Fuel

Boredom buzzes in my brain
It arrives unannounced
The devil disguised
In a black cloak
My brain is starved
Starved for the need of knowledge
But not getting a crumb of thought
What is there to do when one drops into a black hole of nothing?
A black sucking vortex of nothing
Nothing to be created
Except this poem
A small log of fuel
For a brain that demands much
Hungering for the want of learning
Ever curious it needs to understand
Understand the unknowable and unattainable
Therein lies its fault
Nothing fed it is enough
A blood thirsty beast
Wanting to suck truth and falsities
From the teat of libraries
Addicted to reading
A junkie craving its fix
This is what my mind has been like
And always will be
Searching for a kernel of info
Seeking to crack it open
And reach the rich meat inside
Continuing all my life
Only ceasing when the last breath leaves my body