Wednesday, October 26, 2011

the shit people move at night


a few quarters for the newspaper on the bus floor no one picks up,
and the lactose and sugared caffeine in the cup,
a few dollars for the suffering,
a few ideas for the road,
a few things I meant to tell you,
a few bombs ready to explode,
a few smiles while you placate the nagging bloodsuckers,
a few nods while I move aside for the wives and their big diamond rings,
while I roll out the red carpet,
drop rose petals,
and shower gratuities,
on Ottawa wives with their big diamond rings,
a few moments for a homeless man's rant,
a few moments before and few moments after,
a few sounds,
that sound like love trying not to cry,
which kind of sounds like laughter,
a few thoughts because I don't have much,
but don't want much more,
a few steps through a darkened door,
a few bottles of beer under a dingy light,
another for the bumping and scraping,
and then a few more,
to celebrate the shit people move at night.






3 comments:

Old Ollie said...

listening to Ragged Glory just made this piece all the better

everything sounds better with the crunchy Neil power chords

Square Corner said...

Ohh...Dark, bitter, painful, but never gives up. Good stuff. Like a pay toilet on a last dime.

Fisheye Lens said...

The shit people move at night. Always amazes.

Almost as interesting as the shit people build at night. What the fuck is he building in there?