Good morning and happy Monday cool cats and hot kittens. Here’s a new “bad” poem to brighten, or darken your day. This poem could go either way, or both even. You’ll have to decide. I originally wrote this in 2011 with the theme of star-crossed lovers but changed it up quite a bit and added a somewhat biblical-techno theme. You’ll have to let me know if this works. As always, thanks for reading. Have a great week!
IN THE STILL OF THE NIGHT
By ZJ Czupor
In the still of the night,
Under a city streetlamp,
In the light mist of rain,
I wait for the bus that never wants to come.
No one else is around,
All the lovers have gone home.
My roast beef sandwich,
Long gone soggy in my pocket.
Still. I think I’m in love with you,
But you’re not here, Eve,
Standing with me in the dark,
Holding hands like we used to in the garden.
In the still of this starless night,
I can’t help but wonder why you left
With that other guy, the geek.
The Apple aficionado. The Devil.
We lived in innocence – you and me,
In paradise with our matching Dell laptops,
Then he enticed you with his Apple,
It was the “tree of knowledge,” he said.
Eve, you were led into temptation,
When he promised you wisdom.
You said he opened your eyes,
When you touched his Apple.
Your smile beamed at his stunning liquid display,
He promised lively performance and faster Wi-Fi,
Then the Uber driver pulled to the curb,
And the Devil whisked you away in a Toyota Prius.
In the still of this misty, dark night,
I clutch my paperback novel to my chest,
Pull my dirty cap low over my face,
And turn my collar up against the wind.
Under the streetlamp in the misty rain,
I unfold my Dell laptop. Damn Wi-Fi is lethargic.
I browse for the bus schedule. And I wait.
I wait for the bus that never wants to come.
I can't quit re-reading this poem.
It works, love it,