Monday, October 7, 2013

poem of the day 10.07.13


spitting

she rolls
through the stop sign
texting someone on her cell phone

almost leveling me in the crosswalk

out of instinct i spit
getting her passenger side window
with a wad of backwash phlegm
that’s thick and yellow like custard

and for a moment she stops

she looks from me
to the spit
to her cellphone

then moves on angrily punching words
into her device

because i’ve finally given her
something of interest

to tell her itty bitty little virtual world.

                                               

2 comments:

carole purpura said...

Miss you dude, hope you had a good trip, as always loved your words

John Grochalski said...

thanks carole! miss u too. trip was all right.