I spent most of yesterday on a bus, the glorious M***bus, from Glasgow to London. To stop me from going insane I wrote some haiku to document my journey. Such an inordinate amount, in fact, that I thought I should at least blog them so my mediocre tired brainpower wasn't put to waste. So here they are. All untitled, but in sequence.
My usual seat
Top deck, third back, left, window
A cake at my seat
The seat is sticking
Forced back, now won't move at all
Sorry, girl behind
The SOUTH, it proclaims
Hills and lochs and villages
Stretch out behind me
What kind of road sign
will be in this mountain range -
"Further"? "Low cloud"? "Sheep"?
A701
Where the fuck does that go then
Never heard of it
Kirkpatrick Fleming
says the sign; how marvellous
to be named so well.
"Welcome to England"
suddenly, tea ev'rywhere!
Cricket! Fish and chips!
Mist rolls down on us
I can just make out "M6"
Lucky I don't drive
Someone has a torch
near the front. Many colours
Megabus disco
Preston Services!
We can almost taste the snacks
But no. We drive past.
The sign stands proudly
but points to nothing; a small
invisible town
Darkened signs glimmer
Could that be... - does it say...? - yes!
At last, city-bound
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