Subway Poem #4
"i was drinking
last night." "i thought
you were
working."
"uh huh, i was
drinking
at work."
"hey! you're dripping!" shouts the lady with a slurpee
to the teen with ice cream
"oh yeah," he grins,
licking vanilla ooze from the cone
while two women
chew the fat
about flesh-eating zombies,
urban legend-wise, oblivious to
the madonna/whore drifting
down the aisle, baby in papoose,
face
at her slight bosom,
amongst the babble
of dozens of digressing tongues.
Really nice visuals.
ReplyDeleteI agree with what she said. groovey
ReplyDeletethanks! i enjoy our poetry corner. :)
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