On
the shady, sweet smelling side of Hollywood I held the hand of doll, it was
there that I thought about the bus rides I’d have alone with many strangers.
The bus comes to my stop every immaculate day to swoop up the hungry, and take
them to their tables and television sets. I don’t often sit, so I, more times
than not, light one cigarette more and watch it stagger up, huff in it’s
pause and fall out of view. It’s not that I am not a part of the humanity, or
lack thereof, on the bus, it’s that I’d rather see it from a far than __________ the
undeniable ___________ that awaits them.
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Great Shakes