She boards through back door.
Driver: “Get off now.” Woman:
“Bullshit! I’m busy!”
–E.K.L.
It’s dark and rainy
And I’m on the forty-five.
Please pass the Draino.
–E.K.L.
I’d like to think that
The drivers were nice people
At some point in time.
–E.K.L.
Beads of sweat, dripping.
Gripping two canes in one hand.
No one gives their seat.
–E.K.L.
A peaceful journey.
Kind of jarring, actually.
Where are the crazies?
— E.K.L.
cough! cough! hack! hack! cough!
*an organ flies out her mouth*
*lands on floor* *twitches*
–E.K.L.
“He told you to move
Back, but you didn’t move back.”
“Get some sleep, old dude.”
–E.K.L.
“Are you waiting here,
Or are you leaving right now?”
“DO NOT BOARD THIS BUS.”
–E.K.L.
There are bugs in that
Woman’s hair. And some li’l guys
Just hopped onto me.
–E.K.L.
X times Y equals
Muni, where X is “Body”
And Y is “Odor.”
–E.K.L.
An experiment
In what happens when no one
Has showered for days.
–E.K.L.
I’m no math whiz, but
I can see that the driver
Shorted my transfer.
–E.K.L.
Show me a J-Church
That’s on time, and I’ll show you
A talking beansprout.
–E.K.L.
You slither throughout
This great city, doing no
Good for anyone.
–E.K.L.
Muni is like poo.
It comes out of a tunnel
And, boy, does it smell!
— E.K.L., dedicated to A.K. Lewis
E.K.L. is back
And she’s here to say, “Muni
Needs to go away!”
–E.K.L., evidently
King Lear would have gouged
His eyes out sooner if he’d
Taken the J-Church.
–E.K.L.
See that man’s flesh wound?
He’s like a human geyser!
Think I’ll buy a car.
— E.K.L.
It’s time to vomit.
Luckily, there’s an empty
Seat right next to me.
–E.K.L.
I’m going to bottle
This stench and call it “Eau de
Clean This Goddamn Bus.”
— E.K.L.