JOHNMICHAEL SIMON POETRY

There they are again
he sees them every day
the words
loafing on street corners
giggling
across T-shirts
kinky messages
’any way you like’

Like bored pupils,
he thinks
reading Playboy between lessons
or Indian paintings
from the Kamasutra
doing it on horseback
or while discussing
the price of rice
taking a shower
in the rain
casual words
torn into shreds
and rearranged
on street corners

 

Flirting a giggle
in the rain
the rain of thoughts
eye-catching, heady
but for them
the words are
just a giggle
on a street corner
twenty-six letters
flung into the wind
and landing
any way they like