lovestruck teen poetry

[splendeed]

 
At the bus stop I was standing away from the other waiting people,
near the newspaper boxes, reading the Seattle Stranger. A 17ish boy
with a buzz cut, 6-sizes-too-large clothes, and light-up sneakers
approached me nervously and asked me how my day was going so far. 
We exchanged niceties and then he told me what was on his mind:

Boy: I wrote a poem

Comments

[i_dread]

interesting.

[splendeed]

i'm afraid to say it's the most interesting thing to happen to me in weeks. such is my life :)

[niyabinghi]

Sortakinda lovely!
Till the end.

Sorta like a "wham-poetry-bam-thank-you-m'am".

[splendeed]

bah! exactly!

[badassfaerie]

Hah! Anonymous mobile poetry at its most unsettling, on the bus.

Glad to see you here!

I was once read end of the world poetry while on the Greyhound by a guy who also drew me a picture of myself on a napkin and then wanted a tip, and told me he was not going to get back on the bus, because he was anticipating the end of the world, but that he would be safe in Pittsburgh. He also told me all about how Jesus wasn't really from Nazareth. Eh.

[splendeed]

wow! who knew there were so many transit-verse tales to tell?

i'm very happy to see you.

the world didn't end, did it?