Bus 30 from Hackney

It was the numbness that spoke
The silence that rode
Not even my heartbeat disturbed the peace
Rude of death to end my lease

A morning of rush and haste
My heart quickens in pursuit of a parking place
Drenched in sweat and worries to catch the 7.30 Euston Train

We are squeezed together like tuna in brine
I could feel a soft curve against my spine
I turn on my cellphone and put on my office gaze
As we entered London I entered a new phase

I pimp walked my way onto the red bus lane
Laughing at the English queue in the rain
Here comes 30 I dash and catch a ride
Making the bus and losing my pride

I sit down to the stop start drive
Sweeping around breathing with my eyes
The entwined couple ready to explode
Dread relaxed nodding to his Ipod


I missed death come on in secrecy
Maybe the handsome boy with brooding eyes
The sassy girl with sighing thighs
The annoucement was in thunder and smoke
All I had left was those who had felt my love