Stranger

He came back

Like a lost dog

Who left in the middle

Of night, only to find that

The dark is much different

Than the day

He staggered in

Like a village drunk

Who after many shots

All of the sudden

Has the answers

To life’s great philosophies

He walked by

Like an arrogant aristocrat

That has never seen the

Inside of a prison cell

For all the indirect crimes

They committed

And I, ignored him

Like a afterthought

Which in all it’s supposed

Urgency is nothing more than

A mistake of sub-consciousness

MS 5/27/08