Day: October 19, 2014

Morning After

I leave your apartment with a great hangover.  Walk down the hall to find the elevator ‘out of order’.  Head spinning, I find the stairs.  Fourth floor.  You live on the forth fucking floor?  Dear god, kill me now.  I stumble, bounce and rebound down 48 death kissed stairs.  Right out into atomic sunshine.  I cringe like a vampire at the light.  I fight with my coat until I find my sunglasses.  So much better.  Now, just get me two blocks to my car.  Then all will be better.  I’ll drive home in this half drunken state, then collapse in my own bed and sleep this off.  The walk is nothing short of hell.  Everything is too loud.  Cars move much too fast.  Why is everybody yelling?  Why is there construction everywhere?  Finally, the car’s in sight.  Twenty steps and I’m there.  Ten.  Five.  Here at last.  That’s when I realize I left my keys in your cheap fucking fourth floor apartment.

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

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City Bus

Riding the city bus

Right now I’m the most beautiful person

In the whole world

My hair is wind-blown

My beard is too long

I have tobacco stains on my fingers

I have a cut on my hand

And a stain on my pantleg

My spine is crooked

And I walk with a limp

But from the looks of things here

I am a super model

I see a homeless man with a paper bag

An old woman with eight shopping bags

A sad boy with a crumpled piece of paper

A dirty little girl clutching a doll with no head

I see a man sleeping in the back

A woman with a bad case of gout

And a lady who is perfectly content

Talking with herself

That’s when I comprehend completely

This bus is an ugly place

And I am the best looking person here

Life may not be grand

But it could be much worse

It’s cold outside, but I have a coat

I have money in my pocket

Food in my stomach

In twenty minutes I’ll be at the bar

So drinks aren’t far away, either

I have enough cigarettes to last the night

And I am the most beautiful person

In the whole wide world

When you look at it

From where I sit

© Dicky J Loweman 2104