Bus Ride/Bustur

Bus Ride

and on the bus you get to sit next to a lady whose head suddenly cracks open and lets out a myriad of friendly youkai and you're forced out through the window riding a kettle heading for the purple door between a preacher's eyes

the rest of the day you're a vending machine for calories nobody really needs

“you'll be late late for mass,” she shouts smelling of mints and lavender water

November Sunday
some trees refuse
to shed their leaves


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Bustur

og i bussen kommer du til at sidde ved siden af en kvinde hvis hoved flækker og slipper en myriade af venlige youkai ud og du presses ud gennem vinduet ridende på en kedel der har retning mod den lysrøde dør mellem en prædikants øjne

resten af dagen er du en købeautomat for kalorier ingen har brug for

”du kommer for sent til gudstjenesten,” råber hun duftende af mentolbolsjer og lavendelvand

novembersøndag
nogle træer nægter
at smide bladene


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file date: November 16, 2014

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