Thursday, July 23, 2015

untoward perspicacity
 he flinched 
   the airport magazines
      were somehow unsatisfying
         there was no Switzerland
     he could charter a bus
to take them to Botswana
 maybe see a wildebeest
 eaten by a lion or croc
 maybe drink cheap vermouth
 in the gas station
restroom
and curse the flies
 or read about his ex-wife
 in the newspaper
 look at that fat retard she's dating
he's got a lot of trouble now
  maybe I'll ring her up
he drank more and went back to the bus
the sun was coming out
  but it was still raining