Mister Dog

Rookie - 157 Points (Sweden)

Saturday, Too Early - Poem by Mister Dog

among the screaming trains and rushing dead-eyed guys with open coats and gum covered stairs and orange lights i rest
i rest my head and i'm fucking high
the train door opens
people rushing in and out checking their phones and no one is smiling
it's not weird and i know it and they know it and no one does anything
metal against metal
maybe it's time to go
i have a test in 10 minutes
i climb the stairs spitting out my gum
a kid passing by looks at me and tell his mother what he saw
maybe he will grow up one day
sit on the bench and write a poem
i'll sit down next to him
and spit my fucking snus right by his feet
i bet his mother will still be there
what if they knew
that i'm on their side.

Topic(s) of this poem: kid, trains

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 24, 2018

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 24, 2018

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