Makes Me Want To Puke Poem by Hunter James

The foods dry, tasteless. What they hell did they put in my omelette anyways, kerosene? I wonder when food will be food again. You'd swear the whole inner west had forgot how to cook. I flip through my pages, so much rubbish its unbelievable. The air humid, and stuffy. Students and queers conversing over hand rolled cigarettes and chai lattes. What the hell happened to this place anyways? It would seem the entire inner west had forgotten to exist.
I spot a girl staring at me, straight brown hair and dopey eyes. She smiles. I smile. What an idiot. Her friend spots her and laughs. She blushes. I don’t.
I feel the coffee in my body, anti stimulating. My mind everywhere at once. I smoke a cigarette, It taste's horrible. Oh boy that girls coming over here, her dumb eyes to the ground, left hand in pocket right hand, sweeping hair from face.
' Hey' she smiles.
' Hey' I smile.
' what are you writing? ' she smiles.
' Um'
' your notepad, what do you write? '
' Oh this, just finishing off a creative writing piece for history' I smile.
' oh cool' she smiles.
' yeah' I smile.

She makes me want to puke.