Short Poem
I miss you
the way writers fiend for inspiration
the way a wick wants the flame
I’m here
working on putting the picture of my future
in this frame
I miss you
the way writers fiend for inspiration
the way a wick wants the flame
I’m here
working on putting the picture of my future
in this frame
Septa bus driver pulls to a stop
flings open the doors
dead serious face
yelling,
“Ey, what do you think y’all doin?
You can’t get on
this is the charter bus to the zoo.”
Confusion
&
hilarity ensues.