It’s early darkness
bound for illusion
and I’m lost on a bus
(taking out the personal phrases such as "I'm" and the last paragraph make this more universal)
beside a man with no legs.
He is angry with the woman behind,
annoyed by the volume
of her phone conversation
or maybe just her breathing.
(I like the jealousy wrapped up in this phrase)
He manoeuvres in his seat
twists to tell her.
to shut up,
that the feather balanced on her nose
is making everyone sneeze.
Does it mean something
or am I finally
falling over the edge?
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