“It’s cold out here
I’m freezin’ ta death!”


An old man
Says teeth chattering
In his skull


I walk past
All the bars the
Hipsters the vagrants
Past the bright lights
Of clubs & stores
That offer no refuge
From the below zero
Glare of street lamps
And cars


But there
She stands freezing
Shaking uncontrollably
On the corner
In a short dress
& a thin puffy coat
Trying to look tough
When she can’t be more
Than 17

“Hey mister !”

“You got a cigarette?”


I turn to look
Across the street


“I’ll suck your cock for twenty dollars”


And in a moment
That seems like an eternity
I stare. It’s that feeling that
Comes over you when it
Seems like everything
Is unreal


But then
It hits me


Not disgust
But a nausea
A sadness that suddenly
Wells up into my gut
My soul and my heart
Broken into 100,000 pieces
In less than 30 seconds


I shake my head …




I don’t have a cigarette for you


Go home.


Your Mom & Dad
Are probably dying
Right now without you

Go find a warm shelter and
Get off this street now or I’ll
Have to call the police


“Fuck You !”


She replies


And again
That nauseous feeling


And sadly
And calmly
I reply back


Not even one
Cigarette or a $20 dollar bill is going to
Save your sorry ass
And if you haven’t already
Noticed God isn’t saving you
Or watching over you


You only have
2 choices


You can freeze
To Death or you can save

And that’s
The only gift
There is




And I don’t care


“Merry Christmas”


And I
Walked off into
The cold & the snow
Knowing nothing
More for her
Could ever be done


~ R.M.2018


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A Winters’ Tale

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In the evening
The early morning
This small world
Exists in silence

Just the wind
The snow envelops
All lights & this city

And the earth
Has momentarily

Traveled back in
Time before man
Ran the show

The trees
Don’t seem
To care

I breathe in
The dark and
Breathe out
The daylight

And the earth
Returns again

Awakes to
The sounds of
Birds, machinery
And church bells


This is the
Closest we ever
Get to heaven


These are
The last moments
Of a sacred God
Who is no longer