now i am waiting for a roro
bus beside a store with no customer
the road is silent as ever
and i ask the store vendor what
is the time for the next
bus to pass
later a green bus full of
passengers arrive and i flag
it for me to ride
it stops farther and i have to run
to catch it
when i enter it there is no space
for me
the ladies are looking like men
standing while the men have
their hard faces clinging to their
seats
no one knows me here and i like
this liberty of anonymity
now i am what i think i am
while no one is looking
the bus speeds its way to the
intestines of this earth
and i feel just like another
food swallowed by it to be
transformed as another fecal matter
i am immersed to this world
and this is more real
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'll never see a bus trip in the same light again, Ric.