Hoop Earrings
“Bitch!” How a crazy woman on the BART Gets everyone’s attention. “BITCH! MotherFUCKIN’ BITCH.” Impossible to know who she Was talking to. Never make eye contact. Her red bandana. Her light Jacket. Sweater in lap. “I ain’t in enough pain, you gotta Bump into me? Bitch-ass!” The trash bag full of something On the seat next to her. Her head bobbed and weaved As she cursed everyone and no one. Her gold hoop earrings danced Ferociously, and gorgeously, To the music in my headphones.
Weekend at You
I won’t always be there To prop you up.Sooner or later, they’re going to Find out that your legs don’t move Unless our shoelaces are tied together. And that lifeless expression on your face Isn’t just aloofness.
My ridiculous popped collar On my tasteless Hawaiian shirt And my artless 80’s sunglasses Can’t hide the fact that I’m Stapling your toupee to your head And smacking flies off your body With a rolled-up newspaper. 59dbdad501824c9280dc5c2b5ed4dcaa
