Verse 9: On the difficulty of writing on the bus

The mountain and the country road meet.
The bus rattling – as am I – jolts writing.
The oblivious cross the road ignoring lights.
The rattling bus, as I am writing, jolts.
A van impales the flow of traffic passing
jolts the bus, as I am rattling writing.
Reggaeton blares from a mobile phone.
Writing the jolts, I am as bus rattling.
Damn, if only this wreck had hydraulics.
As I am rattling, writing jolts the bus.

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4 thoughts on “Verse 9: On the difficulty of writing on the bus

  1. Hiya! I am here from Modpo 🙂 Thanks for the link. Having been a long-time writer on buses, I’m quite in love with this poem. It feels quite Steinian to me! Great jolting and jiggling repetition of phrases.

  2. Very good, and so true, even worse, when engrossed in the writing, or reading, I’ve found that its quite likely you’ll go past your stop then face a long walk back again. Keep on writing on or off the bus. Like this poem a lot.

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