punk poem written on a bus.

A shuddering start...
Tattered scraps upon the floor
A busted light and sweet laces
Couples in close company
Turquoise smiles
with long lashes
from hoodies
with goodies
Brilliant brollies
and tree petals
curb crawling
amber headed needs scream
just linking loneliness
with pain.
Blonde love roaches sign
shakes snakes
Burgandy wrapped in orange
peeling through receipts
while sons and doting mums,
Sing with their arms stretched for protection.
The muslim in prayer silent meditation
next to the punk psycho
with blood filled eyes
and boooze soaked breath
with every start and stop
flat caps crease on silent faces
while outside wombs of cars surround
And the sign says welcome,
I wonder what it meant,
while this bloody seat benumbs.
Hangletons hangman
is grinning from glistening nails,
then echoes remain of a football ground now lost
then Chewing gum gives a wink and subtle wiggle
from a nice pert bum
as she slides up the rail to the top deck
and pushchairs bags and rattles roll
people mass gain and slowly writhe
and monkeys chatter from phones held high
and all the while no one speaks...
not one single fucking word...