poetry

taxi

 

Stain on upholstery:

The last gin and soda to wash away the bitterness.

It came up,

The bitterness stayed

Smear on window:

He thought he saw her on the street, it was like the first time for him.

It always was.

Song on the radio:

Man On The Moon by R.E.M

A simpler, melancholic time

Monochrome graveyard of ambitions

Driver played by

Paulo

Done eighteen hours, skin shining with moisturiser,

Bright and determined,

Chats to offer a distraction

From the pain he sees in

Your expression.

 

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