Hour 17: Between a Bus and a Hard On

I want to write about

riding the bus

watching the rain

with fascination and fear

 

I want to write about

the kiss of lightning

playing through the window

waiting for the thunder

to startle me

though I knew it was coming

 

I want to write about

the weeping rain

the chilly expectation

the intriguing colors

inside and outside

the sheltering warmth of the bus

 

But my eyes keep straying

to that narrow penis

jutting out from the shore

penetrating my safe harbor

 

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