Walk Careful, Young Man

walk careful, young man

choose careful where you put your fire
your trust
where you put your amnesty
be mindful of your side of the sidewalk

walk careful
choose wisely where you turn
which road you choose
which back alleys you duck down
who you call friend

and be aware
know what body is attached
to the hand that feeds you

don’t do anything
that might upset someone else

don’t do anything


young man, young woman
old woman, old man
old young anyperson
anybody anysoul any wandering heart
sick to death and seeking life
realize your breath is dream
and your footsteps dream
and each fist that comes slamming down
so real and so painful
that is dream too

fight hard with love and listening
move with purpose
do not die

take your prison sentence
and become the cells
in other people’s bloodstreams

walk careful, young man
strange systems surround you
but you will burst forth a radiant child
and spatter paint stains on every soul
on every single golden soul
that is paying attention


Author: brice maiurro

Denver poet. Author of Stupid Flowers, out now through Punch Drunk Press.

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