bonnet of orange and its boot tied down with string
veers off the northwestern motorway
its wannabe hippy driver not sure of where he’s going
big for his age, stubs his toe
as his ‘friend’ teases him for being fat
He swears at his teacher and cries
halts the Auckland peak hour traffic
with her hand as she crosses the road
20 feet away from a pedestrian crossing
when she is rung and invited for an interview
for a job in a company
where her boyfriend works
divests itself of one of its four branches
in the dark of the night
while no one is watching
1 comment:
Nice! Love the bittersweet funnyifitwasntsosad tragedies Serves anyone right for buying a vauxhall for starters. And I can just forsee thelong fall ahead of the girl going for the job.
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