putting a new battery in my car
"yea
bring it to me baby!"
comes a gravely voice
behind me
followed by catcalls.
i turn around
see a pretty blond
jogging past three bums
on the other side of grand.
"come ere bitch."
"yea come ere little bitch."
she has headphones on
either doesn't hear it
or doesn't
let it faze her.
the middle guy
a black broom of hair
sticking out behind a camouflage hat
picks up a rock
swings back
and pretends to crack her on the head.
"dinner is served boys."
they cackle like hyenas
and pass around a paper sack.
part of me
runs across the street
beats the hell out of them
right there
in the toothless sidewalk daylight
another part of me
empathizes
with the gallows humor
the sheer caprice
of dichotomy.
i lean against the fence
watching them stagger back
to their tents
under the mlk bridge.
teetotaler's epitaph
quit drinking
run thirty miles a week
lift weights three days a week
six small meals
evenly spaced out
finally stay true to a girlfriend
sleep peaceful
like a turtle
seven hours a night - -
give it a go friend
break the curve
of the actuary's death charts
lock toes with jesus
in a symbolic
non denominational way - -
it's damn near impossible
to be miserable
under these conditions - -
and by proxy
write a decent poem.
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