Bus Stop Considerations

[heslopian]

drinking flat coke at the college bus stop,
my last chilli dog still roaring through me,
a blaze of manic stallions,
I read some Allen Ginsberg verse,
recoil and smile at his use of ampersands
(being both a purist & a whore)
and notice the flocks of fellow students,
marching like ants to the gym,
their perfect bottoms an accusation,
water on the soil before the parched Tommy.
maybe this is how it feels
to be a clerk in a jewellery store.