‘ Which bus are you catching?’ ‘Why?’ ‘I’m getting the 46,’ said the stranger looking into my eyes. ‘Have you been drinking?’ ‘Yes, having fun and You?’ ‘Oh yes, I have, l’ve been performing!’ The stranger looked at me with a knowing smirk ‘Verbal not sexual’ I added hastily ‘Poetry!’ ‘There’s my bus, must go’ he hesitated still looking at me longingly. True I could have got the 46 but so as not to listen to his poppycock, I decided the 49 was a safer option.
Written after performing my ‘Texting’ poem @ New Writing South. 18.5.18