Quirk

All the people bobbling along

In a bus around a city to their

Watering holes

This peroxide blond

Fuchsia pink lips and concerned brows

She could be 35. She could be 20.

Definately avitaminised.

She looks me up and down

Like an art critic. Moves on to the bag lady

Aesthetics violated to the core.

Meanwhile we see a row of cut down trees

Shivering with their birchy zebra skin

Giraffe meets ostrich.

Then the bus would pass

The patriotic ducks that wouldn't leave

The dehydrated river

Oily feet. Graying lungs.

A ripped up seat. Crumbly oldie's sneeze

Accompanied by headphone bassline

Thanks! We're all into that stuff, I'm sure

Especially the blonde. Her flipped up U shaped lips

Give something of a vibe.

But any minute now the bus's breaks will screech

For the next stop at the local loony bin

Alas, most of us ready

For a new level of spring ecstasy.

-Tallie