Charles Bukowski and the Emo Girl
in the back of the bus they sit akwardly across from each
other. the smell of pabst and pall mall cigerettes magnetically repells against strawberry
revlon lipgloss and hairspary. he is trying not to hear her headphones blaring fergy and she
is trying not notice the stains on his shirt.
he is thinking of neon exit signs and fishnet stockings on roominghouse madrigals who walk
gently in the street under the red lights like cranes on a concrete pond. she wants more
watermelon flavored chewing gum and to write endless pages about
vanishing teddybear boyfriends and fluffy heart shaped clouds.
the bus driver looks in her mirror at the pair and instantly thinks of rust on tinfoil. after that
the bus pulls slowly to the next stop at the community library, charles crookedly raises from
his seat and dissapears into the night... the end..
'it takes more than time to live to long' bukowski
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