Arnie Louie

Healer

I walk

By virtue of
En’owkin doorway
Spiritless

Into guidance

Make the grade

Off the street

A lost soul

Asleep

Partial state of adolescence

Alive

In a man’s body

Tasteless values

Entertain

A stagnant mind of institutional knowledge

The “Okanagan Stud”
I horde bread

And breathe fashion
Lifeless thoughts
Possess

Polished flesh
Sparkled

By gold jewellery
Add a tie

Enter a “brut” man
Adaptation
Compels

The civilized world

Isit

And wait

One last chance

To drink the remedy
Of “get me a job”

She speaks subtle

And clear

Into shallow ears
Knocking on closed doars
Words

Open windows with ease
Hesitancy

Teased by faith

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