Vasco Ludovice Poet Free verse

Driving a Mad Fast Bus

Tribal beats in a drum set.
Tribal feelings in a sunset
dancing along the trees
here we gooo!

Driving a crazy bus when I'm mad
like a stepping elephant
in a narrow street
making power sounds
and driving over streets

Passing by every stop
reaching every turning point
I could think of.
Making every turn I could do
I ride my bus around Urbana

My bus drives along it's reflection
mirroring it's engine performance
while feeling the suspension working
along the holes and bumps on the road

Driving my crazy bus around
Making fume and great transitions
bursting at great speed
knockin' wind and door bells
I stick to

In my soul
I recover.
In my soul
I am blessed
with Christianity under

In my last lap I push it quicker
Windows show passing houses 
flyin' by the path of recovery 
until my last terminal

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Lady Labyrinth May 19, 2021 at 6:24 PM Profound ... that last terminal. There used to be this bus driver in Sydney, Australia who used to sing Opera in a loud booming voice...I think he may have been Italian. The passengers never complained, made them smile. Although he drove to slowly...to keep his audience captive no doubt. Vasco Ludovice May 21, 2021 at 1:50 PM Thank you :)! Yes indeed, I love a good ride on a bus! That's quite funny! Never seen one singing while driving!