Bus Dreams

After surveying the aisle
and avoiding counterfeit conversation
you sit and slump.

If you slump far enough
you'll dissolve into the seat entirely.
The first rule of a bus ride is to disappear
the second is to breathe.

The third is to dream.

But the saturnine atmosphere
makes day dreams opaque.
They don't consist of gushing neurotics anymore
but of heavy sludge.

It leaks out of your cranium
solidifies on your cortex.

Just the other day I dreamt
I had the consistency of old newspaper.
Someone wadded me up
threw me down
and kicked me about for hours.

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