Monday 22 February 2016

BUS DRIVER DAVE



  he  
drank every night in the sailors riverside boozer
before everyone fell out
  he 
had a dry week every new year to prove he could
his beard going brown with cokes
  he 
built lighters out of bullets from the munitions dump
underneath his bed
  he 
drove a bus on the catholic school route 
looking up girls skirts 
  and
the last time i saw him
was the first time for ten years
  outside 
  terminal 
  ITU

  he 
didnt recognise me or meet my eyes
  as
  i 
dont look like Catweasle anymore
  and
  i
wasnt shitfaced
waving whisky in the air
  or 
trying to fight him 
on the sawdust floor

  and
his eyes were blinded
with
hospital 
tears




from pinterest.com

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