On the Bus

The world flies by - refracted
But I,
I am unmoving
The broken
Chatter
Of misguided children
Filters though my brain like
Tiny granules of sand.
The blinding light clones my shadow
Imprinting it onto the seats
Nothing
Else matters
But the final
Destination

Arriving,
Idle chatter, laughing
Fighting against the glass
Departing
Interesting characters
Bob to the rhythms
Sickness eases in.
Painted lines vibrate
Sinuous
Are we there yet?
Nothing
Else matters
But the final
Destination

by KG