The bus was packed that
Sunday afternoon.
I was getting impatient
with the man in front. He had the
Arctic Monkeys
blasting from his face. It’s a shame
I’m not a fan, or I’d have yelled along.
Between the change of track
I breathed a moment of silence
which slithered
through the split second and splashed
into more noise.
Feed the baby! I yelled in my mind.
My eyes stoned the mother who starved
her child of milk and love.
‘It’s Jeff, I’m on the bus, what’s for tea?’
Apparently, he made a doctors appointment
for Wednesday morning. The bus wondered
what Jeff had.
My ears rang; I pressed the bell;
my head pounded.
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Comments
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wow.i could imagine it as i went along.
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Very descriptive Nice Write
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