Sunday, June 8, 2014

Bus Notes

Bus notes

By: M. MacMinn

Sandals on the sidewalk, abandoned
left, forgotten, lost
As if the owner was snatched
kidnapped, abducted

A stranger kicks them off the street
in the grey of morning

Lost on a bus, filled with children

Floating in a steel box, surrounded
Robot voices penetrate the air, like tacks in flesh

Anonymous conversations invade my psyche

The sun is shinning and the fat are sunburned
this day is never ending

Like the poor man next to me
dying of some random disease, slowly
very slowly

Useless conversation,
we should discuss the weather next

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