Can't Seem To Walk For Trying

He can't seem to walk for trying.

Outside the winds blow by, 

Minds flapping open like shutters,

Inside cold fires burning.

He can't seem to run for crying.

There's somewhere else he wants to be,

Bodies at rest, arms, legs and breasts,

Take out the trash tonight.

He can't seem to talk for flying.

Up there it's too thin to breath,

Souls gasping, coughing, sliding,

Grasp at leaves wet on pavement.

He can't seem to try for failing.

Downtown, homeless people whisper,

Dreams of whiskey, warmth, comfort,

Claws curled inside, shaking on cardboard.

He can't seem to walk for trying.

This side never goes back, unasked,

Thoughts shudder, sputter clack and clamor,

Tears scar cheeks, forget the pain.