Late Night Jerks

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Liar
Liar
59 Followers

Night bus
snaking suburbia,
with the inner city leftovers
heading for a hung over
sunday morning.

"Ya'know it's weird..."

A kazoo whine,
like a sentient duck,
two seats behind.

"...how it goes,
ya'know,
with hands."

2 am tipsy,
but eloquent enough
to pass this wisdom on
to his grinning mute friend,
while I try to filter out
the babble.
I focus but in vain
on a murderous migraine.

"I'm a southpaw ya'know..."

Oh really? Shut up.

"...write with it, type, paint, pick stuff."

So you have an opposable thumb after all?
Do parrots have those really?
Shutupshutup...

"But ya'know..."

Shut up, shut...oh I give up.
All right! Spill it, spit out!

"...I finger pussies with the right,
and jack off too,
ya'know."

Bus stop
closing in,
humming down,
hissing doors.

I descend to asphalt,
an amused smile
spreading.

Because I realise
...ya'know...
me too.

Liar
Liar
59 Followers
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minsueminsueover 19 years ago
LOL

Literally, actually. It's been a while since I've burst out laughing while reading. Thanks for that. :)

(thermometer left at default and does not reflect my vote)

flyguy69flyguy69over 19 years ago
Just shut up, Liar!

Unless you have something clever to say...! This poem perfectly recapitulates the night.

tarablackwood22tarablackwood22over 19 years ago
your poem

has been mentioned in Tuesday's reviews.

jd4georgejd4georgeover 19 years ago
Liar...

...sometimes you remind me that I need to "shit out my head". I often suffer Beat poet flashbacks, reading your stuff.

"the inner city leftovers

heading for a hung over

sunday morning"

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