bus stops and solitude

bus stops et solitude

are you waiting for your bus?
because I am anticipating the arrival
of some miraculous vehicle
that can spur my synapses into action,
and travel the pathways of my dreams
(that’s where all the action is, you see).

do you find joy in solitude?
I guess solitude’s an acquired taste,
because I’ve never managed to;
instead I discover treasure troves
of doubt and insecurity
in the smothering blankets of tangible silence.

well, curiosity killed Pandora,
and we’ve got some affinities, her and I.

what do you take for granted?
because I am always absorbed
in the hallowed halls of daydreams,
looking out of my window on the world,
where pupils gather to learn (but then dilate):

 for me, locomotion is second nature;
I can shift between worlds
where imagination and reality meet
with just a blink.

do you believe in magic?
well, it’s been nice, this,
being with imaginary companions.
I am in a perpetual state of childhood,
going off on a tangent,
a quest for the little magics in life.

so excuse me, boredom and apathy,
because I get off here.
this is my bus stop.

emergency exit:
to open, break glass.

(inspired by that time when i was the only one on the bus from when i got on till my stop/11 oct)

i still think inbox was my greatest success, grr. it had like 6 rave reviews on fp.com, which is a first. one person said,

“Thank you. I was just beginning to think that all the new posts for the day were going to be shit, but then I read your poem and not only was it not shit, it was fantastic.” :D :D :D :D joy delight rapture! a thrill ran up my spine (lovely english mistake courtesy of the acerbic ms yeo)!

but anyway most people review stories that have already been reviewed which is sad):

~ by sydney on October 19, 2007.