Semiconscious

A pom about a long bus ride.

The bus bumps, gilds, grinds, turns, twists and climbs.

My eyes open and look at the liver spots on the back of an old mans head.

My eyes open and I gaze into a small red light that reminds me of HAL.

My eyes open and I gaze at mountains, rivers, small towns and a lonely boy walking with a cat on the side of the road

I close my eyes and see two voluptuous Chilean women caressing each other.

I close my eyes and watch myself sleeping.

Reviews

[John]

A poem about looking out an looking inward. The unpredictable bus journey is a metaphor for our existence where dreaming and perception are out of our control as we are bumped and jostled. It is one in which only sleep finally promises relief.

The lay out of the poem is particularly interesting with the double spacing between lines isolating and bringing into focus the poet's memorable observations. Excellent work.