Sunday, January 17, 2010

the wanderer

icy lights
behind black

glass. come on
buddy, you

have to go
someplace else

can i stay
until i

finish my
candy bar

let's go - now!
i went to

harvard, i'm
a teacher

at berkeley
the candy

bar's made of

it will freeze
and break my

teeth, all right
make it hard

on me, do
you really

want to make
me fill out

a report
and take you

downtown in
this weather?

then i won't
be your friend

any more
i went to

harvard. i'm
a science

at berkeley

berkeley is
three thousand

miles away
i know, i.m

waiting for
the bus, but

i lost my
ticket, and

besides, you
are not a

real cop, just
a transit

cop, oh just
a transit

cop, and this
is what, your

private bed
room, icy

lights. sudden
blast of air

goodbye. lost
my ticket


Akeith Walters said...

Like I said before, brilliant writing.

human being said...

yesterday... in a short story i was writing, i was waiting in a bus stop... i heard something... and a story began... and i lost all the money i had for my ticket...

can relate to this beautiful work...
the images are so haunting... and i love the line breaks...