I
am a passenger n
this
Old lady
she
sits besides me
Hexcited
to be on th' bus
She
wants to talk
I
want to read
Oh!
What a beautiful morning!, she sez
My
husband
I
have a son in Canberra
It's
the parking
I
don't drive as much as I used to
My
eyes are not that good
But
he tells me, Mum, don't
It
was at least six feet long
He
had the most beautiful laugh
That
was in the war you know
Passed
away recently, she sez
I
want to read
That
was in the olde days, of course, she sez
I
only have my cat now, she sez
I
put the book away
I
tell her about the cats
For
although unlike some other peoples
I'm
not that mad fond ov cats
Tho'
the cats they seem fond enough ov me
Perhaps
bizcoz I stink ov fish
They're
allus coming over
To
say hello and sniff
Rub
themselves agin me
Catch
a stroke
Wi'
tails like the indian rope trick
Naked
holes
Like
the dot off an exclamation! mark
We
saved this orphan baby kitty onced
Nobody's
chile
Dying
of starvation and total ate alive wi fleas
It
wouldn't eat
So
I called it Bobby Sands
I
didn't think he'd mind
Wrapped
it in a blanket
And
forced fed it with a syringe
It
recovered to become a great big lump
She
nodded and agreed
I've
taken you from your book, she sez
No,
no, not at all
Look,
the harbour bridge
This poem was used by the artist Anthony Quinn for one of his 52 Project works: http://anthonyquinnartist.com/2011/12/between-the-lines/
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