A dedication to a bus driver that will never know blank paper makes as much senseas the music of turnstilesconstant inflow and outflow eddies of confusionfail to distract the frustrationand the odious comfort of mesmerized pacingbrings little solace asinsanity clasps the narrow ledgeof its opposite sistermasses of flesh ooze their wayto compartmentalized hopelessnessa man makesContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “Dedication to a bus driver that will never know””
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