Oct 1, 2009
Found poetry: 22 things I overheard on the overcrowded bus today.
(1-4)
I don’t have money.
Can I still get on?
Just trying to syke you.
Move on back!
(5-9)
How tall are you?
5’11”
You should be a model.
You’re beautiful. Seriously.
Move on back!
(10-14)
He’s fine, too…Got the curls for the girls.
I’m diametrically opposed to that.
I’m going into academia.
I read math books all day.
Move on back!
(15-18)
My sister-in-law was a history major.
She’s unemployed.
Where are all these people going?
Move on back!
(19-22)
26th!
Excuse me…excuse me…excuse me.
Thanks for the ride.
Move on back!
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very creative … keep the posts coming … I love reading them.
Was that perchance the Driver of the Bus that said “Move on back!”?
It was a few people, driver included.
I wrote something similar to this riding a train from Chicago to New York four years ago. The conversations I heard (and bodily function sounds) were something else.
That was good, Abraham. I don’t ride buses anywhere, but it makes me think of how much I can miss by not paying attention to what’s going on around me. I find it so easy to be absorbed in my own little world, and having a phone/iPod/book or whatever keeps it that way.
As C.S. Lewis said, “There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal.”
This one’s a keeper. Classic.
well done.
this makes me want to write one with things my students say. (and i too read math books all day.)
Nice. I heard nothing on my bus, since no one talks on the express to Shoreview. Ever.
Love it. Makes me sort of miss the days I used to spend completely dependent on public transportation.
Ok, maybe not.
I think I’ll use your poem for an art exercise and have my kiddos illustrate your verses (are they called verses? That might be something I should know before I assign to my children.) Great imagery. Thanks.
All thru the town.
I overheard yesterday that a woman was getting a good deal on candles and they’d last a long time. The woman’s husband immediately said, “Not the way she burns candles. She burns candles like we don’t have electricity.”