i hate them all
on the train i take notice of
the countless numb faces
the kid slurp-sucking at her red lollipop
the bull dyke with her badly dyed hair
complete with butch style cut
the numerous lawyers standing in uniform
muted colored ties and petty leather cases
the japanese man intently reading his
cartoon porn magazine
i can hear monotone voice softly from an electronic device
the conductor reminding us to use the hand rails
my beard can harbor only
so many insecurities
my sensitivity is weakness
only because i hide it
my negativity a construct
to save me from myself
i hate them all
i loathe all their dumb faces
because they exist solely to reflect
my self worth
or lack thereof
***
lilacs and truth
on the bus i saw a girl
carrying bright lilacs
she was smiling
as she pushed her nose
to smell the fragrance
of the petals
i calmly reached over
gripped the flowers with both hands
and made a wringing motion
until they spilled below her
and i crushed them under foot
i whispered to her ear
"no one truly loves you,
all your relationships will
rot and die."
i exited the bus
leaving the kindly girl
sobbing in her bus seat
made note of the position of the sun
people think i enjoy being right
Friday, June 12, 2009
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4 comments:
An amazing description of the fauna that inhabits the city along with their great and shamefull behaviours.
But beards harbor a good amount of insecuretes, they are great hiders.
Sensitivity can be weaknes, hidding it does not necesarily make it that, maybe you just dont wanna share cause people wont get it.
The wise words that close the poem makes it shine even more.
i'd like to read camus
These are good, Jereme.
A beard can harbor more than the hairs it took to name it so.
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