Nowhere Man

Does the fluorescent man shines like a star -

deep down a fire, igniting the crowd,

convincing himself of his radiant colors?

Does the harshness of street flow right through

as if he belongs nowhere, his own man

spreading the moods of his meadows in air

shedding binding chains, taking different roads

in preposterous lonely twists and turns -

a renegade who desires to soak in own stars,

questions existence but doesn’t question mine

seeing the round world from a square perspective

barefoot life walker never punching a clock

gathering fragments of spirit from outside himself

bringing rays of light to his own deep shadows.

Sand pearl of the street looking back to see

himself right where he started as he sits

in his own high place where ordinary fails.

Now we stand out together as if we exist.