Layers of talking too numerous to decipher, <br />the bus is full of tangled snippets; <br /> <br /> 'he is with her' <br /> 'and I can't listen' <br /> 'I'll call you' <br /> 'look out at that guy' <br /> 'suck on' <br /> 'because it has to be neutral' <br /> 'you know what? ' <br /> <br />my iPod can't overwhelm the voices as they rise <br />to screams in the increasing volume needed to <br />be heard over the other conversations. <br /> <br />I fight to hold my senses, tuned too well from <br />paranoia, but I want to sCREAM 'SHUT UP! ' <br /> <br />Instead i simply wait <br /> my stop will eventually <br /> come and <br /> my own internal <br /> voices can continue<br /><br />John Kipling Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/layers-and-buses/
