Wednesday, September 03, 2008

about last night

the lovely bungalow becomes a tattoo shop

on the corner a young man on his cell phone passes

looks at me and asks how goes work

waiting for the light to change a bum on an old ten speed bike

cradles a styrofoam cup in his left hand

do i look drunk he queries

are you i ask

heading down that street he says

i go and meet you half way

1 Comments:

At 6:11 AM, Blogger Tom Beckett said...

This one is excellent, Richard.

 

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