new, unfinished poem

20 Paces from the Bus Stop


i have lived in many rooms 20 paces from the bus stop
where two men stand back to back
walk 10 paces
then turn around and shoot

pigeons disperse
so much insane laughter
pigeons again flock together
in the instant after
in this one neighborhood of many
so many dwellings with its own story

i was a merry young boy
respectful of the law
and somewhat in awe of higher education
that lead men to destination
when the bus pulls up
i realize i left my lunch


( unfinished )



koon woon
June 30, 2010