arrowbee Posted September 21, 2010 Share Posted September 21, 2010 Your psychiatrist is counting down the months till retirement Twenty-seven He won't show you your file because it's nothing but grocery lists and doodles Two ball-point-pen girls playing beach volleyball The blue one is winning again Hipsters on the patio mispronouncing French cigarettes Mixing hard and soft G's Hard and soft drinks When you see an odd number of lights in the distance That means there's a bus coming God never creates just one of anything But he does seem quite fond of odd numbers You tell the bus driver you'll never complain about bus drivers in this city again Ever since you realized that the cops were worse The LED lights in her apartment window mean someone's home You think about 99 New York beat poets lamenting the ugliness of neon lights And wonder if any of them lived to see LEDs The door swings open You didn't even ring the bell but somehow she just knew you were there This might not be such a bad birthday after all Twenty-seven. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ToF Posted September 22, 2010 Share Posted September 22, 2010 I like it. It's personal, and makes me feel like I'm seeing a tiny part of a whole story unfold. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skoople88 Posted September 27, 2010 Share Posted September 27, 2010 Wonderful. I like it a lot. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kate777 Posted October 8, 2010 Share Posted October 8, 2010 Good! I like. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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