Taxi Driver
a face in the night
who's gaze flickers
to and fro
the road ahead
and behind
then to the boy and girl
drunk or high
but most certain
they are intoxicated and
so he takes a right
into a darker province
of the night.
heart of darkness, protector of humanity – has stopped beating.
lining the streets
missing only cards
and orange jumpsuits
the taxi driver sees,
a man and his dog
tied to a leash
for a moment he thought
that it was a boy he saw
on two legs
trying to keep up
or get away
from the imposter.
he leans over
and in the compartment
he finds;
his knife
his pistol with
whip and
drags them out of the
backseat
where even
the ants don't scurry
to where bits of meat
are discarded on the ground
by then to late.
And the boy start's to
laugh
so does the girl
and they all are now
laughing and singing
and dancing and running
and crying and hopping
jumping
arms swaying
and this chorus
keys of crys
are ended by two long notes
one d sharp
the other d flat.
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