poem

Open City

People everywhere

The streets bustle with life

lowlifes, bums, hookers and johns

Busses belch out exhaust

People yelling at taxis

Cab drivers who pretend not to hear

Car horns and panic

Strife and confusion

No time to slow down

Don’t want to be left behind

It’s a rat race, don’t you know?

Watch where you are going

Look both ways before crossing the street

Even one way streets

Give leftovers to the homeless

Help an old lady across the street

All this shit helps you fit in here

I need this city

And I need to get away

Spend a day on the beach

Drinking fruity drinks with little straw umbrellas

Clear the mind

Just enough time away

To get back to the race

This city rat race

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

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Stalker

I leave the pub around eight

The crowd doesn’t fit my mood

Being a cool night, I choose to walk

Passing on the crowded streets

I catch a glimpse of you

A small chill runs up my neck

Caused by your piercing eyes

I’ve seen you before

But I can’t place where or when

Quickly thoughts are redirected

Thoughts of my lonely hovel

And my long walk ahead

I never noticed your change in direction

The wind quickened and howled all the way home

You were never more than twenty paces behind

As I quickened, so did you

As I stopped to roll a smoke, you took to the shadows

As I arrived at my abode, you watched as I turned the key

As I fixed a nightcap, you let yourself in

As I write this, you come closer

And as I turn, you deliver the blow

© Dicky J Loweman 2014