CLARITY c2009 is a new poem.
In a cab and the lights take their time to change. Girls walk by, expectations high?
Corners alive with chicks and babes and douche bags all the same
Everybody vying to get laid. Im idling in the passing lane. Pockets full
Of loose change with holes in the bottoms. The driver stays oblivious to the fastest way home and my stomach groans to the tune of 8 pints of beer, near four in the morning. Cell phone buzzes. Another text message, the last potential source for a moments joy. Reads: I am just on my way out, and the sun has not yet even set where I am. You must be tired! Gnite. Dont message back, I am likely hanging with my ex tonight, again.
I could keep asking questions, but it is none of my business, and I would rather just speculate with poetry.
real images - good stuff, thx
TwainsBlues 2 years ago
No, thank you!! :)
leftgreenthumb 2 years ago
coolness... like the slow delivery 5*
DavidRandallCurtis 2 years ago
Thank You :) The same speed by which it came to my drunken head that night.
leftgreenthumb 2 years ago
ouch! there was no joy that night after all. Nice work.
blurredsilence 2 years ago
Well, mostly no, but in the act of writing! :) Thank you.
leftgreenthumb 2 years ago