The Night Charles Went Home
I had not wept before you
like you were a stained glass window
but I did drink a beer
beside you and spoke
all night to you
I didn't find you
giving birth to pills
behind pharmacy counters
for health and
good fortune
but I saw you in the alleyway
of the metaphysical store
scavenging for discarded
broken crystals
that you prayed to
until one night you vanished
in a beam of a street light
a U.F.O calling you home
bringing you up and
off the concrete of la rue Atateken
Your feet were never meant to touch our world