Ticket to Split

A poem about the time some asshole took all my stuff

Photo by Artyon Unsplash

The hottest summer on record
Lover’s nest in a public bathroom
Whistle blows through a window
A change is coming up real soon.

Thumbing eastward at the border
Ground steaming full of assholes
Sleek automobiles don’t fancy
Two hippies wearing sandals.

Night falls upon the silver harbour
Crystals fall from salty breasts
How empty vows fall from mouths
How I lost all common sense.

Paper police scratch their heads
Moustache flailing in the wind
Sorry about your bag kid, but look,
The sign says ‘No Camping’.

Two bus stop boarders - one identity
Heavy driver, denier, guards the cockpit
Before six wheels rolled away again
She took her ticket to Split.

Vic Spandrio 2021