Friday, March 11, 2005

funny, it actually does sound like a sixteen-year-old


I met a man by the bus stop
 drunk   very
who had a story to tell   for  a
   quarter
A long story   you see
 he made short
  Some detail of a house
  Yes, he thought, a girl
  All very sad, for he ended of course
drunk by a bus stop
finishing the story trying to make it comic,
 because he saw that we were young,
and it occurred to me how some people find
feet ugly and shotguns
poetic


from a 16 year-old - just look at how he swings those words around!

1 comment:

Amy said...

I love the musical sound and rhythm to this poem. Your use of the extended space adds to that. The form starts out light, and I like how it gets heavier at the end. Nice.