bearded stranger on a bus

by coolazice

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-08-20 02:44:00

he looked at me like a soul
of a shoe bound now
headfirst fly into sink
and writes scripts for others
combination for husband mother
to the ages past he stares
and ker-think! strike heavenly matches
blow into crystallised air
and fowl fall down
carcasses strewn all over his mind
killed a few in time still beat
four-thousand years
be mine tonight
as he stares for an instant
to be forgotten.