A Bus Ride with Grasshopper Eyes – A Poem

 

A Bus Ride with Grasshopper Eyes

He turns around
in his seat
to glare at me
with grasshopper eyes
shining in a translucent ooze
under a steel-gray forehead
and I
want to fly
out of my skin.

But I look out the window
instead
where the air is foamy
and volatile.
A cat
nauseating Latin
mediates
between
libertine conceptions
of modern
art forms
while sitting atop a brick wall
by a garden
of impatiens.

My mind drifts
as I remember the dream
I had
the previous night
where my wife
was kneeling on our bed
among the
littered
long blades
of grass
seeded and pregnant.
She was in a button
down dress
with those damn buttons
only half-way
unfastened
so that her bra
peeked out like
a tempting blue fire
and I was kissing
her neck
as my hand traveling down the small
of her back
searching for
mysteries.
Places
begging to be explored.
Yet she rebuked
my advances
pushing me away
saying

“We’ve been over that.”

Waking up I grabbed hold of
her hand
and watched
the darkness gather
about
as it
seeped
from her mouth in
web-like shadows
clouding her lips to
flood the room
with each exhale
of breath
she took.

I wonder now
when it was
that I could still
distinguish
my
dreams
from reality.

The sun is hot
on my face
even through the tinted glass
and the air conditioning
vent
overhead.
I see
a mailbox post without a
mailbox.

Shops pass by
selling
polluted ecstasy.
International fantasy
that’s produced
and marketed
by corporations seeking
atonement
with the devil.

The rain starts when
I get up to leave.
It isn’t my stop
but I need
desperation.
I pass
Grasshopper Eyes
who has turned his attention back
to his pornographic
cell phone
judging me
an illegitimate
substitute.

Heaven shows
its apparent displeasure
at my exit
by letting loose
a summer
torrent
as I step off.

But waiting outside
in the downpour
Hope is wearing
spongy shoes.
She is smiling
apparently
satisfied to be able
to walk
on water.
Joy
though
is plastered
on the side of
a church
and doesn’t seem to be
too
thrilled
at her current
state of affairs.

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