Posted: May 10, 08 7:10am
Thought I'd have a go at this format. It's bloody hard. Comments welcome.
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Poems on the Subway.
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'A woman's face with nature's own hand painted…'
Jeez! Can't be bothered finishing that. Guy was overrated. Definitely. Now I've gotta stand here sniffing breakfast gas all the way to work, and Shakespeare isn't helping.
'A woman's face…' No. It's just not worth it.
Put my bet on that guy over there. Belly on him! Taking two seats while I'm standing. One and a half at least. And we've all gotta stand and take it, and not even let on we know it was him.
Ha! Why do these things even come out of your mouth? What do I know about roots anyway? But they looked like they needed doing. And now Gracie isn't talking to me - and her mother sitting there all night like she'd swallowed a wasp. Ha!
'A woman's face with nature's own hand…' Come on. This stuff is supposed to pass the time! Shakespeare and fatties farting at me. Another day at the office.
Oh, here we go. Little bit of chaos just to put everyone on edge. Why do kids have to be so rowdy. And the fuckin' language out of them.
Wish I had those spider-like reflexes. Bang! Or Steven Seagal. Yes, that would do. Pow pow, and down you go. And all the old dears looking at me as though I was a hero. And me not saying anything, as though putting punks on the ground was all in a days work.
Shit. They're coming over here. Pretend I'm reading this poem.
