Going home on corporation buses

paranoic symptoms of a diseased
bus queue

isolated upper deck
where people sit in single files
compartmented
speechless

scrawled graffitti writings resound
bouncing back from
roof
and backs of of half empty double seats

bus stopping
bus starting
one more lone body searches for
empty double seat

street light neon burning
flashing by
passing mindless exhortations
which shine through opaque windows
into drawers in our cabinet
where travellers have filed themselves

up away
from city actions
into suburbs
stopping
starting
silence made unrealised by constant engine power

cigarettes
newspapers
thoughts
silence

dreary thud of changing gear
engine cogs run in harmony
like people cogs
going home
on corporation buses