Good Night

by Robert Filos / January 22nd, 2017

With his pants jacked up
mismatched socks stare
his hair a greased nest
and dried shaving cream
crusted behind an ear
a cultural misfit king

He sits in his castle
of park benches solo
enthroned and alone
his workforce of pigeons
a winged aerial ballet
clamoring for a raise

Nails yellowed and cracked
hidden from his sepia sight
dark descends stage lights fade
all but forgotten now pressing
past haggard and reeking too
slips into his corrugated bed

good night

sleep tight

Robert Filos is an author of poetry and short stories that combine beauty and wit while highlighting social justice issues. Published worldwide his poetry received over 40,000 views in 2017. Born and raised in The Bronx, he now resides in the South Carolina Low-country with his wife and children. He can be reached at rfilos63@gmail.com. Read other articles by Robert.

This article was posted on Sunday, January 22nd, 2017 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.