re: new poem

The 15 pack prophet:

I was waiting for transit

When an aboriginal fella

Came up to me

Holding a 15 pack

Of Budweiser

He looked at me

Are you native he asked

Yeah

I replied

Cool, I knew it he said

He asked how long the liquor stores

Were open until

9 pm for the government ones

and 11 pm for the private ones

what!?!? 

He exclaimed

in Winnipeg theyre open till 2:30

in the morning 

oh yeah? I reply

I didn't much feel like talking

So I kept my mouth shut

He smelled slightly of booze

And seemed like a talker

We stood in silence

For a few minutes

Then he looked at me again

He had short hair

Clean clothes

Seemed normal

And then he said

Did you know im a prophet!?!

I am going to save our people

Oh yeah?! I reply regretfully

Yeah he replies

But not answering how really

Im going to unite all our people

Show them the way

Do you play guitar? He asks

Out of the blue

Yeah, a little bit I reply

He then says I was once offered

A deal by Sony records

By RCA when I was younger

Im nearly 40 now he concludes

Whens the bus get here?! He asks

In about 10 minutes I reply

A bus comes up

And he gets on it

The wrong one I tell him

He says he doesn't care

And gets on it

And disappears

I wait 10 more in the cold

And the bus I wait for arrives

I put my bike on the rack and get aboard

A few minutes later

The bus passes

The 15 pack prophet

Walks onward

And I slip into the night

Anonymous

One more time.