The London Hours, 2012


the bus coming forward
carrying large cumulus
completely white
in the front windshield
what was on my back
i would have not seen
restlessness won’t leave
never taking a trip far
since he’s gone
the brightness pierces
i cannot stand waste
days thrown void
driving down the circle
we’ll get around somehow
at a time that may not be mine
i fear you fear and such
is at the wheel i guess
having taken us so far
down this road
is the ticket office




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