the avenue

20 Feb

slush and a bag of worries,
freaking bus spray,
red lights.
i’m a turtle.
only hope is no hope at all.
last fall’s dog shit will soon be exposed,
screw the vanishing point
i’m keeping nose to the grindstone
stevie ray vaughan air guitar in my head.


3 Responses to “the avenue”

  1. Tokoni O. Uti February 20, 2014 at 12:44 pm #

    wow. very short but nice. are you describing a scene you witnessed or a mental image? i also write poetry on my blog but its rhyming poetry.

    • steve February 20, 2014 at 5:23 pm #

      someone probably planted trees one after another so there would be a vanishing point, but it’s just a tease and causes me to slip in the ice or bump into some old lady. yeh, that’s the walk home every day after work.

      • Tokoni O. Uti February 20, 2014 at 5:48 pm #

        oh. that’s nice. i write mostly on what i’m thinking. i’m not very good at describing scenes. maybe you’d like some of my work.

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