The San Rafael Excitement Poem by RIC BASTASA

now i am waiting for a roro
bus beside a store with no customer

the road is silent as ever
and i ask the store vendor what
is the time for the next
bus to pass

later a green bus full of
passengers arrive and i flag
it for me to ride

it stops farther and i have to run
to catch it

when i enter it there is no space
for me
the ladies are looking like men
standing while the men have
their hard faces clinging to their
seats

no one knows me here and i like
this liberty of anonymity

now i am what i think i am
while no one is looking

the bus speeds its way to the
intestines of this earth
and i feel just like another
food swallowed by it to be
transformed as another fecal matter


i am immersed to this world
and this is more real