Poem -
On the Bus
My car broke down
My coffee tastes like pink pork
Pork rind dipped in blackĀ
Dripping fat that stains my teeth
What does she think?
There is nowhere else for her to sit,
She closes her eyes and pretends...
Not to feel my depression.
My stop is near and you will be free,
Free from the stench of my hunger,
Liberated from my awkward shuffling
As I search my bag for something.
Stop
I stand and stumble over her,
Whispering incoherent words
That sound similar to
" I need to get off "
"Thank you"
Your grateful for my departure
And I'm grateful I'm off this bus
I can now vomit aloneĀ
Free From her/you/me/myself
And those beautiful People.
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This expresses so well the need to be away from people Gerard, I get it. Sometimes I think I'm an alien on this planet so removed do I feel from humanity!!...enjoyed the read ??
Wouldn't it be mad if everyone thought they were aliens yet nobody talked about it, all of us, paranoid, staring at each other, wondering who will speak first.
Thank you Marion. My Alien friend.
I have always thought IV come from another world ...as I just cannot fathom the actions of humans!! Don't tell anyone I'm an alien and I will keep your secret safe ??
Your secret is safe with me?
Dear Gerard,
What a brilliant bit of writing you have created.
I often "people watch", and, as in your poem, when the person gets off the bus and wants to vomit, so do I when I see what humanity has become.
I find very few people that I enjoy being around.
Peace and Love,
Larry xxx
Thank you Larry.