The bus is the only
cinematic sensation
my town has to offer
sitting at the back I feel
a part of a great pivot
staring up the long throat
of this mechanized beast

my head swivels back and forth
all four tongues lick pavement
inside seems still
the world outside teeters lopsided
bouncing heavily it’s almost nauseous

Like krill, people walk headless
into the belly of the great whale
Poles, like ribcage line both sides
A dozen blind eyes open to the grey
water below us