Friday, May 4, 2012

Don't Rock The Bus

Rusted bus in the junkyard
decapitated city beyond the fence


spiderwebs coated with dust
windows
broken
under some dark sky
I haven't noticed
where time has gone


can't see
my perception
weighting heavy


bus with flat tires

a cop copter flying overhead
spotlight
flicking by
as if I'm not here
but

I am

starting a dance
they would kill to see

my heels pounding
sex
through the floorboards


dripping
one ghost after another.


--Anita McQueen

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