Number 29

Mike Bell/ February 18, 2022/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

Clank & roll –
then thunk –
a
shuddered idle –
tilt of seat
angles enough to slip –
kiss
of takeaway in your nostrils
as a lurch announces move
& go –
hiss-hiss-shhtk-shhtk
seeps from four rows ahead
where a head floats –
rattles
of loose fears –
a heat under
that rear bench seat greets
already sat sweaty arses &
adds a close discomfort to
our tired form of transport