And here's something more...

...A small bunch of a few things I wrote at different times, in different places, as I drifted along different planes of thought...

About a bus:

The 171 is a familiar bus

that I often got

when I was in love;

it took me from one place

to another

to a next,

both early and late

though I travelled,

I remained never scared

for happiness lay in wait

for me, in her bed

and the person

with whom so many

times

I’ve shared.

About a girl:

There is an odour

that drives me insatiable-

a ravaging lust

that makes one bego all calm-

the typical expectations of decency

are lowered,

because there is no

more perfect time and place

than now.

I think to pry;

to find a place to rest

where I might just gently lap

at the sweet secretions

from the walls,

none but I or the gods

could tell you where ambrosia

were to be found,

but it were to always drive men mad.

The body is a beautiful thing

if tended to, properly;

with light nurture

and a kindling love;

it grows, blossoms,

springs…

There is something to lovely

in letting it grow the way

it was always meant

to be.

About a chronic headache:

Fingering a twitch

on my temple-

the pulse beats finely

but firmly-

quite proud-

it bumps underneath

as the blood beats around

and drives deeper

a pain in my skull.

And it feels it’s been aching

for weeks