Drunken Irish Messenger I was walking down 72nd street
street I’ve walked so many times before
and my eyes are turned towards
a man amongst the bustling crowd of power-pedestrians
probably of Irish descent
and alcoholic tendencies
homeless, or at least a frequenter of the streets
and his eyes shine at me in recognition
and I think maybe I know him
cuz he sure seemed to know me.
he offered me his hand, and we shook with some passion
as if we were old chums separated for years
but no, I did not know this man,
he said with a drawl, "peace be with you always and god bless you, brother."
I thanked him, we went our separate ways and
well, opposed as I will always be to organized religion
it is certain to me
that man was a message
from a force omniscient, omnipotent and divine