Some of Us Ride Buses

A long day, working in the registrars office at a local college. Not as interesting as the bus ride home. Yes, what follows is a factual account of that journey. Rather, my perceptions of it.

So I've been sitting at this bus stop for about an hour,
feeling like an idiot because I know the bus passed by 55 minutes ago...

Suddenly, it hits me:
What am I doing here? Waiting for a bus that just isn't coming?
I'm waiting for nothing to come quickly
and of course it's not...

I'm at the Crossroads,
covered in the grime of the day,
on a time delay,
and there is NO WAY

That I am giving in to the ominous dark that slithers across the sky overhead,
drizzling small spots of wet on my face;
snaking down my neck and below--
Where it's hot...

The bus draws nigh.
Then go, go, goes on by.
The driver don't care
and neither do I...

Horus waits with me,
gazing with falcon's intensity at the bag of Wingnuts we just devoured.
A frigid wind carries the package far away, until it is nothing more than a whirling speck in his eye.

Drunken Isis staggers about
blissfully cheering on the cavity creeps
for there recent appearance on the X-Files.
"It's a conspiracy, you know"...

All too soon,
she stops to pee
on the window of the KFC
and falls--
Trippin' on X-T-C...

Without realising when or how i got here,
I'm alone--On the bus.
Constantly reliving the amalgamation
of hyperactive monotony that was my day.

You know--
That sliding, slinking, sinking
into the eternal second
that drags on and on and on...

With with the hum of nothing but the tinkling of crystalline boulders,
Resounding in my ears
to fill the void that was my day.
None of that matters now.

For today,
I have waited on the matriculated,
the barely articulated
and the TOTALLY complicated

but I am finally
home...

Author's Note

I keep touching this up...

Reviews

[Kaylor Mason]

This is really cool--like how the mind wanders in a moment of boredom, and time stretches out--seconds become hours, ya know? I like how you used the bus stop as the setting--no more natural place in the world to sit down and let your mind just wander than at a bus stop

[Joel Junior]

There is something in this poem that makes me sad.

[HB]

I feel like this is two poems smooshed into one. One about buses and amalgamized days, the other about tripping Egyptian gods. I'm sure you *can combine them, but why would you want to? They each offer so much for creativity. Divide and conquer, friend. ;D

[2Real2BTrue]

Nice job!

[NeonWolves]

I love how you write! This is the 3rd thing I've read by you and yet again I love it.