i’m on bus again 092615

For your safety, watch your step and I’m on the bus again.

And how deep is the sea?

Where is the sky when you need something to look up to?

When did faith in god die?

When did we no longer need a sign?

I assume we capitulated

approaching Wilshire and Normandie

Connection to the purple line train

Humanity needs to feed

Get fed and the decay of mini malls is not enough to sway – dissuade,

yet we pay homage to need every day

‘cause greed is a fine source of entertainment.

She taps out her text message

While I watch news of the passing of Lou Reed

the bus travels, trapped in the never ending encroaching concrete jungle – like a seed

As the forward motion of traffic pauses for a moment from an unseen delay –

I think for an instant we all could be Aztecs – some day.