BMWs in Bohemia


I am looking into the eyes

of a young man

looking at a BMW

swiftly passing

the bus we are in.


What is he thinking?

This man

with a $2 watch and

an unused smile

a girlfriend knocked up

who he knocked down


just before she told him

the news (and then they kissed).


Nothing, is my guess.

He turns his head

and bears down on his gum

throwing back his Michael Bolton hair.


For him the BMW

passed by long ago.

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