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Plastic Bag

Written by Daniel Barre.

Hoody
Rainy night

Which one is the cop?
All cars look undercover

The guy in crossing the street in front of me
The one with the new trainers on
Is he wearing a bullet proof vest?

What about the guys on the corner in black?
Are they undercover?

This plastic shopping bag I carry
Can anyone tell that it has a pound of weed in it?

My shoe lace is undone but I dare not stop
Then I’d have to set the bag down
Walk carefully
Cross the street walking in zig zags

Everyone is my enemy
Zombie junkies and shifty hollow eyes
Shifty jittery burning black holes

All of this is just a movie
On a dark downtown Vancouver night


Posted on 24th January, 2007 in Poetry . No Comments