I am sneezing

And excessive sneezing makes me tired.  Plus I am also tired after walking at a brisk pace for 35 minutes today after i found out the bus was going to be at the stop for half an hour.  So I ended up beating the bus.  Suck on that.

For the Boy On the Bus

Story of my life.  Sigh.

For the Boy On the Bus

10 minutes ago,
I saw a boy on the bus
blush-cheeked,
tinny music pouring into his ears.
my sight sniffing out stimulating nuggets to not break the ice,
but to set foot on the glassy surface.
insipid questions forming from a burning mind,
building precariously leaning towers of delusion
seeping past the filters I’d installed long ago.

My eyes, bloodshot passion, a drunkard’s
and I look to his for a similar affliction
but there is simply stern neutrality – a flatter-lipped Mona Lisa.

A good guess, albeit a stupid one:
one glance does not tip the scales.

His image, frozen in memory,
more vibrant and destructive than a photograph.
because moments from now,
the only way you’ll pan through the mud for the words to say
is by writing ones he’ll never see.