I figured it out!
This bus seems creepy because
it hasn’t spoken
☯
The dead man once knocked
a robber to the ground, in
Philadelphia
☯
The Frye poster saint
imprisoned behind the shadows
of my broken shade
☯
9:30: Still stuck
within inescapable
self-referential
☯
Throw the coffee spoon!
We each measure out life with
some receptacle
☯
Comfort in prison,
for me, involves a great deal
of peanut butter
☯
Someone’s throwing up
at the front of the 16
start of long weekend
☯
He’s taller than I
recall, stirring memories
of old savagery
☯
“Lone Wolf” says his hands
right/left tattoos; but he holds
her hand with the “Wolf”
☯
Kathleen is the girl
on his bicep; a knife scar
tears into her cheek
☯
They let me come back
for my forgotten milkshake,
Dick’s on 45th
☯
I’ll hide, for awhile
one moment frozen in time
until my wet sneeze
☯
Cigar-shaped dog shit
shines halfway between the bum
and Sunday service
☯
The crow dies slowly
foaming beak, ragged feathers
beside clipped ivy
☯
Those lakeside wailing
“It’s still legally summer!”
moved to the wrong town
