“They Are Not Invisible” (a poem by KPKeelan)


Puffy woman

bursting from a stained sweater

careens in my direction.

Alcohol saturating her breath

she squats like a pumpkin

under a NO SMOKING sign

and lights up a cigarette,

coughing to spit up a lung.

The more she smokes the harder she coughs….


Hungry man

shuffles from citizen to citizen

asking to be fed.

No one gives him anything….


Homeless man

passes by unsteadily,

his hands sculpting hieroglyphics in the air.

Matted hair spews out

from under a dirty cap,

his sunburnt face grimacing

as he jaywalks

right in front of a cop

who looks the other way.


Everybody looks the other way

or stares straight through

these inconvenient phantoms,

become so commonplace

they are almost invisible-

so ubiquitous as to become

a part of the scenery….



But I cannot look away.

(Something must be wrong with me.)

I cannot pretend they aren’t there.


I see them,

hear them,

feel them:


hungry beings of smoke


to become solid flesh.


c KPKeelan

(10- 12- 12)

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About KPKeelan

Fool, Philosopher, Lover & Dreamer, Benign TROUBLEMAKER, King and Jester of KPKworld, an online portal to visual and linguistic mystery, befuddlement and delight.
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