Bus stop pick up?
Driver-change?
Brake?
Stop.
Break.
Driver desperate, desires to kill – ten minutes,
just ten minutes of our time.
Spluttering stop; bus cranks out
in lullaby lay-by.
Engine gasps, grumbles, grizzles, groans;
passengers fidget and fudge –
ferocious and
desperate to kill.
Driver’s all chewed-up, choking, croaking –
“Just ten minutes!”
Holding up thumb with crunched-on nail,
pleading,
pleading for just ten minutes to roll
a fag,
for just ten minutes –
to kill.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2017
