June 13, 2011
First impressions 2:20 pm:
Didn’t check tickets––I hope I’m on the right bus
Pulling out––That’s what she said
Second impressions 2:30 pm:
This bus is going south.
First detour 2:32 pm:
Going to San Antonio…it would’ve been too late anyway
2:45 pm: Clearly Kansas is not the place. The gods of life––chance, luck, serendipity––wouldn’t send such clear signals. So instead of Oklahoma City to Wichita to Kansas City to Topeka to misery I’m heading via Sulfur Springs to Little Rock to Memphis to Mt. Vernon to Chicago. I’m not entirely displeased now by the detour, more relieved (tremendously) to be heading to Illinois after a little indirection in San Antonio.
Well, that’s a great start
Too frazzled, tired and lonely
Thoughts turned off too soon
Four hour minimum delay to depart
A marvel of perfect timing
Thanks, you fucking bitch
Arrived all ready to regret
Bus rides beginning with a hitch
But at least it’s time to think things through
Two hours to build enough anathema for you
It’s horrifying when your little plans collapse and suddenly you have to reevaluate everything. When long-awaited arrivals grow dreaded, anxiety proves itself prophetic, and anticipation dies into irritated bowels. When the deepest fear is the truest certainty, and you can’t help but feel how lonesome and chaotic the world is. Born alone die alone naturalism rushes in entropically like waves over a stranded dinghy as others’ desires drown one’s emotions.
Hmmmm. I liked it all except the section “A marvel of perfect timing”. IMO the cursing sentence didn’t belong. Otherwise – excellent.