Last Bus Home

Last Bus Home

Its about time this august air
Came good on its promise
Through time's widening orifice

A promise 
Of a compadre closer sought
And toils that bear sweet fruit

But here, tonight, I stumble 
Through life, and
It's choreographed dream sequences

Like a prop 
Of dull live-action shorts
Discarded for a climax of sorts

Left for dead beneath a clouded dome 
Today, alone, I return 
On this last bus home

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