Friday, July 5, 2013

Aboard a Bus

Yawning as time pass me by
Dreaming under a dark sky
Rubbing wedding band of gold
Anticipating a kiss later, I’m told.

Sleeping and yet ears wide awake
My trembling hand with writing shake
A quake my seat produced
Jiggly breasts where eyes seduced.

Inhaling smoke, perfume, and dust
Like a spear to a lung do thrust
Clouds of smog rise up to heaven
Intoxicating angels laughing at heathens.

Cellphones blaring amid the noise
Feet thumping in a shouting voice
A child sleeping in a blanket of fumes
Dust floats as if in a dune.

Lives walking and rolling – a travel
With this heat, one chooses a shovel
Motorcycles swerving – to hell or heaven
I have counted six or was it seven.

Rails empty for a moment – now full
Trains like caskets carrying skulls
Coins clunking from hands to pockets
Red lights, amber, blue,green, and white.

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