Passenger

You go

where the bus takes you.

One long pull on the cord

and that soft butter gut flutter buzz you get

like hide and seek in the dark when you were eight or nine?

--means you’re getting off.


You love the feet-sticky floors

the backwards fold of the origami doors

the swaying in the aisle

even the sideways ballers and rollers

the winkers and queue-eyed blamers angling around you for bank shots:

check that hard whack clean smack bang it

-- eight ball sinks right in. Warm and deep.

Corner pocket.


You like being rattled loose.

Separated

from your change.

Always a nickel short and being stared at.

You’re an uninvited fog

hanging corner-rude and heavy.

You don’t mind stripping in the dark

numb and thumbing gutter pennies.

You like the hollow bite of losing

scraping sharp against your tongue

when nothing fits and nothing matches

barefoot bottom on the rung.


And every alley is your theater

and you’re living under wheel wells

and they’re hating you and

huffing your ripe diesel. But

you’re going

where the train goes.

You’re living just to ride it.


One flip loose gripped ticket ripped and tripping;

the full tilt thud of sliding in and pulling out.

Bruising over worn tracks

strung out towns and veins collapsing

scratching, smoking, chasing dragons

never getting anywhere. Still


you go

where the rain pours you

monster eyed and sunken

you could cop another bundle

feed the wet ghost

in the window

rocked in rain and

framed in midnight

…or you could just get off.

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vespawoolf 4 years ago from Peru, South America

Your poetry is beautiful...nice flow, colorful language. Keep writing!


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PDXKaraokeGuy 4 years ago from Portland, Oregon

wow. this is terrific. Beautiful langauage, Great flow. two thumbs up :-)


becca g 5 years ago

you captured public transportation for all its beauty and all of its flaws, i love it. on septa my mind endlessly wandred to all of the possibilities my imagination could create until i came to my stop, sometimes on the el id miss my stop and go all the way back around until i reached my destination again. a lovely mind trip you took me on :)


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Steele Fields 6 years ago from drexel hill,pa Author

Thanks again for visiting my hubs, Larry. Such encouraging feedback means even more when coming from such a worldly and talented poet. I'm honored to have you as a reader.


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maven101 6 years ago from Northern Arizona

Steele...Very nice tempo, sprinkled with large snapshots of sound and fury...I really enjoyed the ride...The abrupt ending was nicely placed...Your newest fan, Larry


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notquitecorso 6 years ago from Portland, Oregon

Im sorry Steele just re-visiting my favorite of your works...I love this poem so much...just green with envy...haha...please keep it up...just a wonderful gift.


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Steele Fields 6 years ago from drexel hill,pa Author

This one took quite a while to write so I really appreciate the care you took in reading it and commenting. Thank you, attempted humour.


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attemptedhumour 6 years ago from Australia

I'm old enough to remember the wet steam in your face as you hung your head out of the window. I'm beginning to understand the evocative power of well written poetry, as opposed to obscure words put in for the sake of it. Some of your phrasing is subtle enough to make one weep. Cheers from, getting sunnier, Melbourne.


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Steele Fields 6 years ago from drexel hill,pa Author

I am blushing, notquite. With you around, I don't need to get any sun.


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notquitecorso 6 years ago from Portland, Oregon

holy cow...i am in awe...such presence...i was moved by your writing steele...i can truly say that you are my new favorite author on hubpages


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Steele Fields 6 years ago from drexel hill,pa Author

Thanks for stopping by, Mickey.


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Micky Dee 6 years ago

I have some of these memories! You've painted a picture here. Thanks again Steele!


Lenny909 6 years ago

I think you are an interesting person.!!


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Steele Fields 6 years ago from drexel hill,pa Author

Saddlerider, from your description, you're lucky to have personal access to more raw material than most. Your muse must be working overtime trying to cope with the literary manifestations of such a myriad of life experience. Thanks for connecting with me.


 6 years ago

Wooo...I liked it...a lot. Great plays on the words and phrases running really loose yet steady...a very nice rhythm! Put me down as a fan! WB


SilverGenes 6 years ago

Wow! I'm so glad you're here on Hubpages. You are a very talented writer!


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saddlerider1 6 years ago

Living in the streets, fighting, riding the rails, inhaling the diesel. The long rides, the smokey bars, the truck stops and all the drawings and left phone numbers on the shit house doors. Yup that about sums up some of my life. Great Hub..hung onto every word. Keep hubbing.

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    notquitecorso 5 years ago from Portland, Oregon

    i know this is the third time i have commented on this piece Steele...it is unequivocally my favorite poem on this sight...pure energy from you. let me know if there is anything newer you would recommend reading...i have been away too long. cheers!

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