Night Bus
The monitor-pulse of street lights
A rhythmic beat dragging us forwards
Intensive care for the chorus-less streets
Before they flatline into night
The old couple two seats in front
Faces like deflated carrier bags
Like adverts for oblivion
‘We should go away for a few days.’
I could go away for a lifetime, it wouldn’t be enough
A solitary drunk misses a stop he never had
He’ll keep going round forever
Same as the rest of us
From the window of the night bus
I see only myself
A pale, ghost-like image
The deteriorating signal of memory
Horror Sleaze Trash 