Showing posts with label bus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bus. Show all posts
Tuesday, 1 October 2019
Sunday, 3 March 2019
Saturday, 31 May 2014
journey no. 21 - burning bus
The bus is burning, sparks fly and up the stairs to the front where the sun pierces deep into molten-cut cloth.
'Ding, ding …'
And we're on the move, into the stream, belching smoke and distressed tarmac in our wake.
"Hi, I'm on the bus …'
Disconnected telephone messages weave through the seats from the back, endless mindless, formless chatter spilling across bored and sweating strangers.
'Ding, ding …'
Steps down, steps up, bustle filling empty seats with dog-eared papers and glossies with impossible dreams of virgin-white emasculated smiles. The drone of buzzing head-phones, inner cacophony spitting carelessly into the winding lines of human-traffic, immune to the blazon red stop-start car crash of another casual morning.
'Ding, ding …'
We're there.
Sunday, 30 March 2014
journey no. 11 - cut-up bus
it was a rainy day
steamed windows and spray
when we left
my camera and me
we travelled express and shot-gunned
it was a Friday
and I walked though flagged arcades
beneath rain-soaked signs
to find sun-shine
cut-up into inner-city strips
just like these ….
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