passingmetrobus

Context A
Frequently to be found wandering around downtown,
Very soon to be doomed,
This deer-eyed hair-dyed butterfly was wondering why, in this life, we are…
So damned likely to be crushed to death by a passing metro bus, what the fuck.

Context B
Generously carressing said dyed-hair one distant night,
In the darkness.
I felt like strangling her
Or throwing her in front of a passing metro bus.

Context C
I saw her at a coffeeshop on fourth avenue that day,
I watched her drink her latte from across the street, mournfully.
I decided not to speak to her and silently wished her the best, or, atleast,
Not to get hit by a passing metro bus later that day.

Context D
Joshua knew me from Adam, meaning he knew my name and so he said,
“Taylor, I was on the #4 today, coming from the C.D., when
the driver hit some unsuspecting girl. I don’t know who,
I was just passing by on a metro bus, you know.”

Context E
Sometime during a time of watching television in the afternoon,
An image of a bus on the screen got me thinking,
I could just hop on a bus and go see her and
Her deer-eyes and woman-smile, at that moment being hit head-on by a
Passing metro bus.