Day One Hundred and Fifty Three: Joe Baxi

Drink driving is bad. So is drink writing.

Taxi! by andrewrennie, on Flickr

This taxi cab is spinny,
Like the lights on the road
that are funny
over and over again
I can hear my drunken words
making no sense
to the man behinds the Perspex.

To wit – a voice so unclear it’s almost sick
the words and the words
are like “Whit?”
but the closer I get to home
the less I feel alone
and the more that I wish
I had someone else to drink with
or a sign
just a sign
that this drunken charade
a passive tirade,
was worth it.


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