Bus Ride

It begins in horror A common laborer who's skin is stained With the sweat and grime of work Slowly limps through the crowded aisle. He frightens all who looks upon him. A chilling sight The sweat and grime from work It runs down his check like murderous blood. The essence of an erotic dream Sits across from me. As her window carries the whiff of love To a cruel and bitter world. How statuesque she sits, clothed in forbidden lust While eye balls peek and roll. A cane slips from an old and bitter soul Her head crashes on a littered step. Tragedy spills from her skull She displays a soap box smile. They watch her body go limp Than dash off------- To destinations untold.