Two plastic bags
obviously tipsy
too much wind
to drink
saunter on down
the middle of the street
(ignoring the traffic)
as if they owned it.
“ ’Oi...darling! ”
they seem to shout
to a discarded
curvy Coke bottle
who tries
to ignore them.
They pester her
until the wind
leaves them
high & dry
and they come to rest
on a blue BMW
waiting for
someone
to take them
for a ride.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/far-gone/
