poMotion poetry

Old Drunks

with 4 comments

late nights on public transit
are always an adventure

old drunks
try to pick me up
all the time

they gravitate to me
as if it is so apparent
how sympathetic
I could be
to their situations

and somehow appreciate
that I don’t give a fuck
about them

Cassandra Kolsen

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Written by lickmypoetry

December 3, 2010 at 10:54 am

4 Responses

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  1. hehehe, how right you are – both in the ways they seemingly always ‘find’ you and your response to ‘them’!

    dldselfnarration

    December 3, 2010 at 10:59 am

  2. Okay…this made me chuckle…though I suspect at times it must be a little unnerving.

    slpmartin

    December 3, 2010 at 12:05 pm

  3. I love this one, Cassie. I love the way your poems explore the relationships and interactions between people. I love the ending too…..k-thunk.

    Sue Zalokar

    December 6, 2010 at 12:07 pm

  4. Thanks. It’s meant to be funny, or at least that’s how I take it. We, as the general public, are our own brand of beast, right?

    You all rock. Thanks again for reading.

    cassie

    December 6, 2010 at 3:14 pm


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