River actor beggars

one chilling noon
the bridge all new & enlightened
as opposed to our
spirit
all in patches & stain

middle of March
the marchy sun marchin'
our women ran away
w/ St.James queers & rag dolls
spiked as usual
wearin' hundreds of dresses
at once
one giant umbrella
hourglass
hobo

we've had raw fish served on
rusty Coke cans
blue weeds to top it
a bit of salt that someone
brought in
some rum
found at the wrecked
fishing boat's
deckhouse

the river would always feed
her beggars:
all people from her banks
are actors
the lowest deepest
society's
scum
all people here are
beggars
the stage's the marchy noon:
oiled
wooden
runaround

get ready for the play, boys
the river-a-callin'
the curtains set apart
impatiently waiting
for a new searing
drama...

the applause's the always
near
rain
& rooftop carbon
black
chick