Sitting beneath a pole this morning.
Staring blankly at a mountain.
Trying to count the trees on it in vain.
Staring at the sky all covered
With gray clouds.
Feelings of loneliness, anger and neglect,
Starting to suffice.
Just because the coaster bus has forgotten to,
Pick me up on my way to work.
i like this poem. very wong kar wei, my favorite movie director.
ReplyDeletei wrote this one literally when our coaster bus forgot to pick me up one morning.
ReplyDeletewho's wong kar wei?