poem of the day 02.06.13

junkies at the bus stop

late morning drunk

watching the junkies argue at the bus stop

across the street from a middle school

two whiskeys on an empty stomach

and i feel foolish and miserable for getting drunk so easily

swearing at the sun

sweating in a fifty degree morning heat

when it was twelve degrees three days ago

the junkies are in winter coats and snowcaps

stumbling all over the place

they don’t seem to be affected by the weather at all

they were laughing at first

but then they started pushing each other into an iron fence

where kids are playing basketball on recess

and eating their early lunches

the junkies are one man and one woman

the man seems to have the upper hand on this one

so he must be a republican

the woman keeps smiling at him

trying to bat him away

i think she thinks he’s still joking

but he keeps pushing her into the fence

blocking her out when she angles for some space

and there are cops riding by doing nothing about this

and cars honking at each other at yellow lights

and i am cursing myself for getting somewhat drunk before noon

two whiskeys on an empty stomach

proving to me that i’m not as solid iron as i used to be

the male junkie just won’t stop his harassment

he keeps pushing and pushing the woman

wiping the smile off of her face with a shove to the chin

i wish they’d kiss and make up

leave this scene to go and shoot up somewhere

have junkie sex and pass out to soap operas or talk shows

it’s got to be bad for the school kids

to see something like this

or maybe it’s common and i’m the prude today

my sensitivity heightened

from the whiskey and heat

and by the time the bus comes

i’m desperate to leave this behind me

to again look upon the good in humanity

but all i get are people on the bus

moaning and mortal

frowning and constipated by life

coughing and sneezing their disease

bitching at someone else

on a cell phone

ruining their day as well

as those junkies and my stupidity

have ruined mine.