of mice and men

some days i spit out the marrow, discard the core
sink in the shallow end, cruise to the door of
greed,
wishing i owned an SUV, the finer
fancies of life, dissing the past from which i've derived my
heart
then i see:
old man, silver head bent back, sitting in a grocery cart
i think he's dead, then he laughs
bearded and burly his friends push him onwards
old lady, brown skin, mumbling
young girl sticking something in her arm
tiny children (naked jaybirds) playing in garbage
i want to float by upon this sea of faces
puncture pity, rid of graces
but i can't, won't divulge pathetic pursuits
instead
i suck on the marrow of life
walk down the street and live among those
who need nothing
but each other