prone to eavesdrop
nor the bystander
just waiting for
the action to stop
I hope you sort
your problems out
father and a son
maybe 10 years old
who has just done
a great bike trick
Dad did you see it
yes he says angrily
now he's shouting
this kind of thing
will get you nowhere
the rest of your life
you're worthless
the boy is crying
& a hundred tears
roll down the road
short lurches only
all this sorrow
I hope you sort
your problems out
I've got no ciggie
to throw in the gutter
I spit instead
great visual poem Rob - like a classic (timeless) movie scene
ReplyDeleteCheers Jeffree. Was a horror show of course.
DeleteNicely horrible, Rob, your horror show.
ReplyDeleteCheers Kate. You are kind.
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