Oh bus I miss you
Truant student you made me
Cold weather we love

xo letter to atlanta

nostalgia seeps via
sun faceted head phones
nodding along home

People are strange

"Some people are weird"

I overheard the man say

talking to himself.

You are not the only one getting off the bus

Pushing and shoving,

to be right next to the door,

at your stop is dumb.

Heat is not a friend,
or sympathetic at all
on a crowded bus

Line 8

M E L O D E in ink
Pigtails and many piercings
Alone when she goes

wishful thinking

Don't forget to smile

She might be looking at you

Line nineteen goddess

It's Too Early

Zoned out, daydreaming

to go, to see, to talk to...

Wait, that was my stop!

First Bus Home

Afterglow rider,
Broken umbrella blessing,
Blushed in pouring rain.

Rush Hour

All movement and pause
Eyes closed, cheek against window
Riders pay no mind

longing

Bikes go by so fast
I stand, cold, waiting for you
Late bus in the dark

2:18

Waiting on Fremont
A cool breeze blowing by me
Next bus four minutes

No Greeting

He was too pretty

Light tune on a dreary day

Too bad he got off

Last train - no umbrella

Max fare flibbertigibbet:

Stop to pay the toll,

Get caught in rain for hours.

Summer stinks

Cigarettes, perfume

Alcoholic sweat and feet

Open windows please?

Handsome Season

Cherry blossoms fall for him

Tall man in crushed hat

Despite diesel belch and brakes

Allocation of funds

too much money spent
to make pretty glass shelters
useless rain or shine

Soundtrack

Near the man I sit
trying to block out all sounds
forgot my headphones

Cinco de Drunko

"Cinco de Drunko,
Do you know what that means, kids?
Momma's gon' git high!"

Marketing For Transients

"Dude, like, if my sign
Says something funny, people
Will give me more stuff"