It's lonely on the bus,
surrounded by all the faces,
but especially when the line is empty.
On the 4, headed south, and only the hum
of the accelerator is singing.
The overhead narrator calls out the stops
that no one is requesting.
I watch the city roll by.
I wish I could have a life out in it
instead of tucked away in a homeless nothingness.
I feel I am wasted, my life is a waste.
Like a bus with only one passenger.

06/13/2017

Posted on 06/22/2017
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