Saturday, April 14, 2007

An Expulsion

A man was spewing vulgarities on the bus. Uncontrollably cursing some non-existent transvestite. I was behind him and far away enough but I still recoiled. "Motherfucker mother fucker motherfucker". He went on and on in a helpless tirade. Denunciation, then silence, then denunciation again. He was in the grip of some profound hatred, his head held high in indignation. He was a gurgling gutter. Horrid and foul. It repulsed me, and this paragraph is the leftover stain of that besmirched bus ride.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Thanks for dropping by my little harbour of hell.
And I just wish that I have your talent for words.
And you do have an interesting point about leftovers.