Waiting for the bus

The rush of the twolane roadway passes
by in quick sperts of wooshing
fog inducing cars and trucks. Some are sweet while some are bitter.
The singing bus rumbles down the roadway.
Getting on
a haze of three blows mug you of all happyness.
gravelly voices are mixed with the bright breaks as a winner of a darwin award pays no mind to the long roling monster
who could eat him for lunch.
More haze enters
old haze, and daggering smells of body oder and the perfume
to hide a bad choice.
Chrismas lights dance upon the clear blue air in a tango
making other lesser lights cry out for love.


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