Half closed eyes
enjoy the ride
till a jolt of brake
past two stoppages!
Office hour
fuming Boss
and hurried meetings.
I inspect
the curtains, minute hands
ears bathe
in droning dialogs
Suddenly I sense
about a dozen pair
of curious eyes
watching me in silence
"Ah, well, I . . . ", I fumble my words
"WAKE UP!", the baritone rumble overhead.
Back home
I pour over poems, movies, magazines
after dinner
benzodiazepines
keep on consoling me
for certain incidents that occurred
and for some which never occurs.
. . . until further jolts of brake
past some extra miles.