[20 Sep 2009 | Sunday] 6:10 PM
 |
a strange fellow
bestowed his slow strut
upon the side-walk
catercorner from
my car.
(I watched as if
the light
would never
change.)
one hand-to-
mouth
the other flailed
as if conducting
the wild orchestra
that was his own
wandering
eyes.
he was just-more-
than walking in place
as the sun kicked
pretty silver
from the wet-
prerequisite of
a spit-
shined chin.
(the horns
of those behind me
had begun to
sound.)
this man did not
know the world
that imprisoned me
NO!
he existed
the way dogs dream;
legs kicking, barking, whining,
merely reacting
here
to occurrences
in another realm
and as cars
flew past
honking,
middle fingers like
thin-tubby
little-
flesh microphones
to amplify the,
Move it asshole!
there was a place
I'd rather be.
Powered by  | | English | | Albanian | | Arabic | | Bulgarian | | Catalan | | Chinese | | Croatian | | Czech | | Danish | | Dutch | | Estonian | | Filipino | | Finnish | | French | | Galician | | German | | Greek | | Hebrew | | Hindi | | Hungarian | | Indonesian | | Italian | | Japanese | | Korean | | Latvian | | Lithuanian | | Maltese | | Norwegian | | Polish | | Portuguese | | Romanian | | Russian | | Serbian | | Slovak | | Slovenian | | Spanish | | Swedish | | Thai | | Turkish | | Ukrainian | | Vietnamese |
|
|
|