dan d. rough

 

this guy with a lavender purse on his right arm

and a big black tophat

gets on the near empty bus

and sits next to me realclose

rubbing my arm with his elbow

he starts scratching his head with both hands

looks under his nails

then sucks his fingers clean,

offering some to me with a smile

i wonder if he’s hungry

or if he’s lonely

or if he’s the father

that left me so long ago.

doggy’s wagon tale

 

sometimes i think i’ll get over my insecurity

and sometimes i think i’ll get you for good

and sometimes i think i’ll fix her wagon

and then again i think you’ve already fixed it

or would at least like to oil it up for her

then i get to thinking

that i think two much

and i think

why do i think about her

when i should be thinking about you

instead of you and her

and her and you

i get to thinking that i feel sick

and when i feel sick

i’d like more than anything to tie her down

and shit on her face

and lock her in a closet

and eat the key.