This one's been fermenting for a while.


June 11 2012

.

oh not you,

leant half out your window

with you red faced pomp,

chatting on the phone with

your boy. windows sunk in

the heat of June, fat red face

stuck to me with a cocky grin,

like my eyes are glued to the

crosswalk sign.

.

not you and your sad sad

pseudo confidance, no,

not you with your pathetic

wandering look, your black

little eyes like beetles flipped

over, twitching tiny, feeble legs.

.

i am sick of you

coffee smoking,

cigarette drinking

old fucking deranged

brainless, cock faced

silence killers. next time

keep your fat, sweaty,

flustered beetle eyed gaze

to yourself.