“Charging Wanton”

I feel like today has knocked me on the floor. Let’s reach into the Throwback Machine and find something that expresses that…ahhhh, yes, here it is:


hobo https://www.hobotraveler.com/photos/tanzania/sleepig-on-the-floor_photo.jpg

“Charging Wanton”

Awoke at the back door.

Forearm all numb.

Dried drool-crust pillow,

opposable thumb.

Attacking the shower.

Urinate in the drain.

Fogged mirror opacity,

bookmarking past pain.

Remote rusty razor,

catching my chin.

Bleeding profusely.

Original sin.

Pop-Tart in the toaster.

Rogue gallon of milk.

Watering plants,

on the back window sill.

Equivocal ninny.

Starch in my shirt.

Rainy day Thursday,

escaping to work.

Bus rolled up slowly,

seemingly packed.

Went to rear door,

and squirreled in the back.

Through ornery osmosis,

no proof of receipt,

I squeezed through the mass,

and staked out a seat.

The station was buzzing,

a new shuttle fleet,

trains going nowhere,

due to hurricaine-felled trees.

Grumbling masses,

anxious and nervous.

Commuters are used to,

substandard service.

Bookend commutes,

holding up day’s hurt.

Eight hours of torture,

that some label work.

Away to the depot.

Awaiting a ride.

A trolley romantic?

Few people inside.

View original post 45 more words


2 Comments on ““Charging Wanton”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

You Are Awesome!

Inspiring new generation

The Travellothoner

An insight into travel, running, fitness and life.

The Life Fiesta

A Lifestyle Blog Celebrating Life

Smoke words every day.

Tumse na ho payega

%d bloggers like this: