At age five, I said:
“I’m going to drive a bus when
I’m good and bitter.”
–E.K.L.

fifty people wait
room for thirty on this train
twenty people wait
–spinnerty

Clean and right on-time,
And the driver was friendly!
Wait…I was on Bart.
–E.K.L.

Driver: “How are you?”
Me: “Uh, I don’t understand.
Am I being Punk’d?”
–E.K.L.

Man sleeping soundly
Across four seats. How I wish
I had to pass gas.
–E.K.L.

Seven-year-old girl
Gets caught without a transfer.
Train stops. “Come with us.”
–E.K.L.

Smash boom bang. What was
That? I don’t know. Oh, it was
A Mercedes-Benz.
–E.K.L.

God loves His children.
But Muni is not a child.
So that explains it.
–E.K.L.

The boy like a dog
Urine, a tag, graffiti
I smell acetone.
–ctc

I bump you when you
block the door, but I’d rather
punch your ugly face
–L.A.K.

I like to blend in,
so I shuffle to my seat
and act hungover.
— L.A.K.

T.S. Eliot
Wrote “The Wasteland.” How did he
Know about Muni?
–E.K.L.

Are you there, God? It’s
Me, Erin. Um, can you fix
Up these stank buses?
–E.K.L.

Smoking crack on the
Bus is his way of saying,
“Sorry, it can’t wait.”
–E.K.L.

If cleanliness is
Next to godliness, then God
Must take a taxi.
–E.K.L.

Have you hugged your bus
Driver lately? You really
Shouldn’t. That’s not safe.
–E.K.L.

from the oceanside,
curves through tall victorians,
kisses the bay.
— nextian

coffee-stoned men,
briefcase full of poetry–
dreadlocks and ties.
…
5′s little sister,
so demure and infrequent,
paints her nails all black.

the longer the wait,
the better the joy in it.
hug your 33.
– nextian

I could buy something
Cleaner with my buck-fifty.
Like, say, a hooker.
–E.K.L.