Bus
Jerk. You’re on a ride
Of your life. Thrown
Front. Unable to respond,
To the changing tide.
Light. Flickers incessantly
In your sensitive eyes.
A complete halt,
Enter and exeunt.
A helpless dream for the driver,
It haunts.
Songs. Hum a catchy beat
Through those deadly drivers
Distract those around
Looking for a casual read
Of papers and people bound
To listless locales,
While looking for a seat.
Stop. Fly you go out of your
Seat. That page it tore,
Fuming you stomp out of the bus
Getting stomped meanwhile.
Red, green, amber,
Squinting as the evening light
Bakes balistically your back.
You. Gaze over the shoulder
Of the man in front, and notice
Those listless eyes and petulant pout
Looking for an answer in
Life.
