Monday, December 9, 2013

poem of the day 12.09.13

verses from the elizabethan era

he paces around the bus
as best as one can pace on a packed bus

finger erect like a conductor of a symphony
his head bowed toward the music of his phone
waiting for someone to pick up

then he says

listen you fuck
if you go in that room
go in my stuff without me present
i swear
i swear on baby jesus christ
you’ll end this night in a body bag

before he hangs up
and pushes through the doors at his stop
an unlit marlboro in his mouth

leaving me to wonder
if he was quoting

or perhaps someone else.


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