Haven’t you seen them
Galumphing down Sunset,
Fumbling their way
In and out of our lives,
Collecting like bags of trash
At Starbucks or Coffee Bean?
Haven’t you seen
Long jeweled fingers
Snubbing out cigarettes
Like failed endeavors?
Flicking away the butts
And reading the fortunes
From cookies at Hoy’s Wok?
I haven’t quite known them all,
But I’ve heard jabbering pie holes
In empty apartments,
Flapping gums
On restaurant patios,
Blathering blow-hards bloviating
Over a latte
At Starbucks or Coffee Bean.
All talking about something
Someone else was
just talking about.
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2 comments:
OK, I like this one. I especially like the title and your invented words.
bliss'idgit...
Yessir, your invented words, you meant that fuckin' prick Lewis Carrol's been stealin' from you again.
If'n I ever run in to that guy...eventually in the great beyond or wherever, I'm gonna vorpal sword that sum'bitch till the momraths go mimsy.
Well, I had to come and read the new old poem posts and wade through your very excellent work...sort of fishin' for that big ol' escaped Koi whose grown bigger than a generation gap and twice as clever.
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