spirit

i sip at my cup.
the bitter taste of defeat
black on chat’ring lips.

wishing for horses.
i need my beggars to ride.
sidle sores blister.

boney hands hold coin.
copper colored dreams of mind.
waiting for godot.

speck of sand in eye.
these worlds swim in galaxies.
made minnows of men.

your face bright and small.
taller upon my shoulders.
where did the boy go?

the last few inches.
where blood and sweat wash the earth.
hold on, hold on son.