back on the bus

symbolic for that cross country matrix
       shift.
point a to point be amid the unwashed
thrift of humanity.

ken kesey took us fuuuurther. i am
       doomed       to       ride
the number 10 round and round the block
unable to shake
myself
from the stasis which is this
rainy winter day.

i no longer wish to be part of your feedback loop.

yet

yet

      you
            continuously
                  rewind
the spools of film to watch the
same
sequence
unfurl
between the
bang! flash! pop! of

heat
and
sex
and
argument.