Hidden Talents.

By | 1 February 2017

sat cold-arsed
at the bus stop
waiting on my job
I see what passes by

shorts with t shirts render men
fatter taller primary school boys
lipless sadness ground
into the skin

just women work here
no assessing trend


count up
nose-pickers shine on footsore
dads who proffer up a
juice box no mate see

I wear the short skirt you

chat me hard you
get me off this
cold hard ground


to my busmate

hey that looks like Plait Lady
and the pedophile

doesn’t that take you back

he did his time

we nod but in our side-eyes no
no no we don’t.

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