Girl, Boy, Bus

She glances at him because it’s safe, his back to her, his mouth running to someone else. Her eyes roam over his his half-exposed biceps bu…

You Ran My Heart Over

I would never make a fuss / The way you crashed just like a bus / Into my life and ran me over / You were like a four leaf clover / Hard to…

The People on the Bus

On the bus, in the row opposite hers, it is a little man eating her with his eyes and smiling. His skin is grey and knotted like a string. …

August Chills

She shook and shivered, / covered in charm bracelets and beads of busted silver / and I wonder, / if she like me / was cold in August. / Ba…

on the bus to bamboozle

he stood there above me / complete within himself / so young and strong

Life On The Road

Thus childhood played out in a succession of cars, vans, cheap motels, service stations, 80s mix tapes and massive arguments between four y…

THE WAIT FOR THE BUS

She replaced her hand in her pocket and smiled as the glow from the street lamps faded. How pretty the snow was. Falling and settling to ma…

The City

There are seven sheep on a bus to New York. Collectively, it is their firmest belief, that they are Daniel Montgomery, from Tulsa Oklahoma…

Amtrak’s New Normal Station!

On July 15, 2012, Amtrak opened a new transportation center on the north side of their ex-Chicago & Alton Route in Normal, IL. This sha…

mum at the bus stop

the old town calls, / far and way, the street sounds are calling / and road sounds roll, / the air is cool and calm and clean, / like all …

WITH FAY ON A BUS.

The bus moved away / from the bus stop / and Fay sat next to you / her body rocking / side to side / with the motion / of the bus / he…

SUN BLOCK.

The plump lady / who occupied / with her behind / the front two seats / of the green bus / has passed away / and no one went / to her…

WOMAN WITH A TATTOO.

A woman with a tattoo / over the top of her breasts / above her red dress got / on the uptown bus and / sat down. Henry tried not / to l…

Imagination takes flight

the man sitting next to me was reading a book about helicopters

back home for christmas.

Christmas this year is the rain and the empty strip malls and you, awake before the buses are / even running.

EVERY DAY.

Every day she sat / opposite you on / the bus looking / beyond you not / at you or turning / her head to some / other view than you / a…

Bus Girl.

That girl on the bus / Buddha-like, overfed, died. / More now are sitting.

Kiss Me You’re Beautiful!

I could kiss you right then, and you could be passionately kissable

The Girl with the Red Hair

The girl with the magnificent red hair with an absorbency of rich clarity declaring war against cardboard greys, road worn blues a…

UNFORGETTABLE.

Unforgettable. / The tall girl he saw / Getting on the bus / And who then sat down / Opposite him with / Her short skirt and big / Blac…

A Stranger on a Bus

‘Why is the wind green?’, I hear the boy ask the man I presume to be his father. / The boy is referring to what he sees outsid…

Valentines are Red, Aren’t They? – Pa…

“…to her amazement, she found herself staring at a man she had helped send to prison many years ago!”

Valentines are Red, Aren’t They? – Pa…

In another life, she could have been a spy. She’d have been a good one too, she thought. NAH!

High Street Haiku – The Bus Stop.

Yeah

Is Life Like a Bus

Is life like a bus / Do I want to hop on / Do I want to hop off / Can life be a bust / Will I buy a ticket / Have I paid the price / Are th…

Window

I looked out the window. It was so cold outside that some kind of mist had forbidden me from seeing what was beyond the glass that separate…

-Insert Title Here-

I am a repo man, taking the meager possessions of those who can’t afford to pay up. What I really wish to do is repossess the organs of thi…

missed the bus

I missed the bus,what a fright / I missed the bus,oh what a sight / I was 2 minutes late / it zoomed right off without a second to spare / …

On One Evening’s Bus Commute

Finally … Peace / No child, boyfriend nor husband / Boss or even a deadline / Could possibly disturb her now

Voyage Home

Yeah, I’m the lone gunman, I’m smokin’ dynamite, I’m a blazing freight train tittiling off the rails, I’m going so damn fast.

Unseen Aspects Of The Flea Market

will there be an early rocking chair, set a little further from last before laying down for bed. the figures we’re to dream of, sneak…

Bus stop.

He then began to mumble again, however clearer this time, he said something to almost make me condone his mid day drinking habit. / “If th…

Girl on the number forty-four

….Other passengers have duplications when the bus turns round corners and you see them in reverse in the window. But she is never re…

Waiting on the Bus

we were waiting on the bus / my arms on your shoulders / and your arms around my waist. / the summer, yet chilly autumn air / blew at us /…

A Viking in my Dustbin. #83. HAPPY BUS.

I felt like I’d been run over with by the bus to Happyland.

Pocketed Passport

I got my passport in my pocket, / the family in a locket. / Going along the highway, / I’m gonna do this my way.

At the Bus Stop

In seconds, / I got senseless, / i saw my grandkids. / And picket fences / painted white.

The Bus Ride

The bus rocked and swerved from the driver’s shock of the scream or the passengers rushing to windows…

I missed the bus/boat/train/plane.

I missed the bus. / I missed the boat. / Now I’ll just head / back on down home. / Watch the cars passing by, / like all the years, …

Mornings in the Bus

‘Are you gonna go to Mad Dog’s Friday?’ / ‘I guess.’ / ‘Is he gonna go too?’ / ‘I hope so.’ / ‘Wha’ about her?’ / ‘The f@%&$ knows. Ho…

bus stop

(Mature)

One More Day

The sky was almost mute and empty, as if a Hawk were coming in for a kill – silent as a soft breeze. / Trees with beautiful flowers,…

Monday Morning Slosh

The Monday morning slosh. The bus jerked around the corner, spat out by the fogged up intersection. It hissed to a stop and then opened wid…

NaPoWriMo #23

The old man beside me on the bus is laughing / Not loudly / Just continuously

The bus stop

The heart of man is not silent. / We care for our fellow man. / Many a time this is done in silence, / not wishing to bring shame, / our h…

On The Bus

He’s being closely followed by this thing with flaming bluepurple hair, of course with lavender cat ears suspended in the stuff. She is hi…

Lost

the wall of hate

What Was I Thinking

Yippee, it’s the school holidays, / no more packed lunches. / No principal phone calls, / about playground punches. / No more stressi…

elderly man observed while riding on a greyhound …

old frail man, bewildered in his world of white- / questions surface but quickly slip away / only to be remembered after the time necessarr…

The Bus Ride

The Bus Ride / I could see her through her window because she wanted me to. Slowly she would undress just to the point where it was time t…

Old Man

We are sitting still / As the bus moves us along / The old man across the aisle / Takes one look at us / And says “you’ve had your hearts …

The Woman in lace.

With a grin on my face i jump back in bed with the woman in lace.

Lorenzo’s Oils (or Lorenzo’s Painted …

When cast upon this hostile shore / I didn’t lose my faith nor curse / This nutshell opened up for me / Lorenzo’s painted universe

Me and My Hoodlum Companions

I find it disturbingly ironic when my bus is late because it’s stuck in traffic; even more so when it’s mostly empty. Sometime…

Sacred Spaces

I’ve been a pedestrian/transit-rider since I got rid of my car in 1999. I still have my driver’s licence and occasionally drive…

Today I saw..

Today I saw a man combing his moustache at a bus stop, the comb and everything.

The Guitar Player

He stood coatless in the cold rain, an open guitar case at his feet.

I’m On The Bus

We are on the number 40 bus travelling out of Leeds town centre. / Women 1 / Excuse me driver, am I on the wrong bus? / Bus Driver /…

Saying Goodbye!

Today my oldest son Justin left for Job Core on the grey hound bus. He is going to Timber Lake in the Mt. Hood National forest in Oregon. …

the bus

The bus was full today / full of people with unknown stories and memories / a child asking his grown up friend questions / his mother swear…

Bus Ride to Freedom

I thought about how lonely and quiet it was out here and how I liked taking that bus towards adventure.

Unzipped

Charlotte was standing at the route 453 bus shelter, keeping herself out of the damp by holding her shoulders up high and considering her a…

Just Before Midnight

In the distance cats wailed / Like colic babies.

I Hate The Bus System

I’ve always hated the bus stops. / The early day, I rush to get ready, / feeling the deadline hanging over head.

And then…

Just one of those days…

DO YOU REMEMBER MY NAME?

i climbed a mountain / swam the sea / fought a shark / now come back to me / i was in a tsumani / in a hurricane / withstood an earthquake …

My idol

Then upon the last stop on the way / As I sat staring ahead and the bus sat idle / Onto the bus my idol sprang

Butch

Sarah stood still, turning her bus pass aimlessly in her hand. Her mouth hung open feeling dry and uncomfortable and her ears rang with a n…

a bus to heaven

the world made of land / see and the air / the clouds pass me / by i sit there and / blindy stare / wonder if they / have the anwers / to …

A Bus Ride to Remember

I step onto the crowded bus / Misty outside and equally humid and hot in the / Closed in vicinity. / Why the bus driver decided to leave Ai…

the bus stand

the beggars chase their habits / the coolies chase tourists / the hindus chase their self / the children chase each other

My Carriage

The Night draws in, my carriage approaches / a queue of grey, underwhelming coaches. / I stagger on board to find a seat / a place to rest …

The Orange Bus

Mystery Man led the train of children to the big orange bus.

for her love (at war photo)

to lay in the fields with you,a letter,war, the result of the fields

Bus

On the bus to Caryville all of the guitars were out playing tunes of country jazz and old blues. Angie looked down at her daughter reading …

bus blues

Don’t forget the crashing crime, / of things we never said in time. / The pictures of our lives are sold; / short century. / They pop…

The tired bus

Floating into the waves of restoration I surrender to the joy of alternate realities and I am gone, deliciously surrendered.

3 for kenneth patchen and miles davis : ’ b…

3 for kenneth patchen and miles davis / ‘blue eyed yellow bird on a downtown bus’ / ‘question answer touching stone tou…

Jimmy

Jesus… I thought. Just my luck. I get the Special Case.

Hero cop saves baby bird (well, with our help!)

Hero Cop saves baby bird! / You are all going to love this story! / In a day and age where our Police Department and officials get so much…

Hot bus siesta

The bus is one of the really old ones. Brown, smells like vinyl, no airflow. Retro if it weren’t so stuffy. The driver is pacing outs…

There’s always tears in goodbyes…

There’s always tears in goodbyes / And I thought I’m strong enough by now / To watch my dad leave me that I will not shed a sin…

life can be a trap ……

He came out of her peripheral vision, almost apologetic in the making.

Bussing it

There is a little girl, sitting out in her seat, hitting her Barbie like doll against the window. It’s like she’s trying take revenge on th…

I Saw Her

She knew I wanted her

The bus

It’s the same everyday. / The same people, sitting in the same seats, doing the same things. / The impersonal texting that has to tak…

The Bus Stop

The fare gripped by a sweaty palm; / The wages held by the crave of the drink.

His eye upon Us

He cannot but weep at our lack of trust / How it must cause Him great disgust / We horde the things in nature that rusts / And pursue so m…

F A T

It’s not much fun being fat

Settling of Debt

I stared at the ceiling fan as it went round and round and round. Feeling dizzy, I slowly looked back towards the front of the classroom w…

Wisdom from above ( Amphibians in transit)

…would never have known about the ponds on top of bus shelters…

O-Bahn

The Torren winds / And unbinds / In the hope that we might find / Thoughts left behind / At dawning / And the track / That we take / Hopes …

Bus Stop Epiphany

I thought of the propaganda mill churning out images of slick haired, thick accented illegals jumping fences and hiding in car trunks pouri…

FLOWER POWER

WE WERE THE FLOWER CHILDREN / LOVING EACH OTHER MORE THAN / ANYONE HAD LOVED EACH OTHER BEFORE / EVERYONE WAS WELCOME AT OUR DOOR / WE MARC…

Mirror Of No Escape

another night in the naked city

STRANGERS ON A BUS

She waited for the bus / He looked at her / She loved it..didn’t make a fuss / Wearing a long fur / She wondered what he wanted / His…
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