Charlie

is a survivor on the

edge. He reeks - wears

give-aways - pees his pants 

and belches no matter

where. He’s human.

Scoots around town

on his bicycle

can’t afford a helmet

safer on the

sidewalk - doesn’t try to

break the law just

bends it-

charms everyone

he knows

smiling says it all.

A little nip now

and then gives him speed.

Now bottle to lips

a glow grows in his belly

gurgles familiar

legs outstretched

his audience on the street

arrives with

sympathy in their eyes

flowing tears prove

he’s still

that little boy

who always hugged mom.