there is a man,
was never much for plans,
just wants to fight and ****
and drink and cuss
and one day he believes
he’ll sneak downtown
on this bus
he’s been watching
for quite a while,
and he’ll happily go
wherever it goes
just as long as no one knows
his name, he thinks
he’ll finally be sane.

*

brain relinquished
of all thought,
save for the liquor
he bought
at every truck stop
they stopped at
as the bus filled up
on gas
and the passengers
filled up on candy,
and they didn’t
ask questions,
they did not
judge him,
they left him
completely alone,
and he was perfectly happy
to be going nowhere
as long as it wasn’t
the same nowhere
as before,
and the man,
he couldn’t ask for more,
no, he could not
ask for more,
he did not want any
more.