Frank Prem

Franks Psychiatry 5 #75: on harridan avenue

on harridan avenue
the argument turns
on who saw the cigarette
that’s lying on the ground
first

 

it’s mine

 

no it’s not you’re nothing but a bitch

 

well I lent you one yesterday

 

oh you’re such a liar
you never lent me anything
and now I HATE you

 

the trees have heard
the neighbours know
the echoes repeat the accusation
it seems a touch extreme
but a cigarette
is law
is money in the bank
is a transport to a moment of satisfaction

 

on harridan avenue
the girls make up
after one’s informed the staff
about what the bitch has done
and the other has screamed
to her small world
about injustice
and woe

 

they get on well enough
and they’re better than the third old girl
whose place
is collecting the used up stubs
of long gone butts
and begging flame
to get a light

 

she laughs in that old fashioned way
that you still hear
now and then
on harridan avenue

 

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