Bus Schedule Poem by Daniel Y.

Bus Schedule



Lost in a perfectly organized world
the times and places mapped out
repetition by the hour
like a timepiece
monotony

the matrices elude me
rows and columns,
on and on

I'm living on a diagonal.
I'm playing checkers in a chess game.

Probably be easier if I spoke the language
before I hopped on the bus-
Nah!

Thursday, June 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: travel
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