Night Bus


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“faces of the unending night”

 
A ttractions and repulsions
splendid revulsions
precarious fragility
a mysterious dance
on the razor’s edge
of balanced tolerance
messy romance

relativity’s fabric
tangled taut
in perception’s cloth
so forever caught

reality’s delusion
fantasy’s inclusion
leave no doubt
the inside’s out

the seductive promise
the eternal question
the elusive answer
the sequin’d dancer

the everlasting bastion
of almost truth
in far flung fashion
blessed uncouth
the painted youth

a siren’s call
an ever wondering
a reason why
because it is all
before the fall
the rudely gall

cause of fiction
source of myths
sparks of friction
fountainhead
of superstition
ghastly beautiful
contradiction

this magnificent obscurity
this source of mystery
this illusion you see
is reality to me
and he and she
to us
on the night bus!

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rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: The Sunday Muse

 

20 thoughts on “Night Bus”

  1. I’ll ride that bus. I love those first two songs…hadn’t heard the last one until now. I love Mott the Hoople’s version of Dudes where Ian Hunter goes “You, with the glasses!” A male DJ friend’s roommate was way into Mott, Lou Reed, Roxy Music et al, and introduced me to it way back in the day.

    1. Shay, I road that bus until my beautiful flickered, dimmed, and died. A wonderful ride! Some fabulous, unforgettable bus-mates. Bowie wrote and produced that song for Ian Hunter at a time when MTH was actually breaking up. One of my favorite songs over the years. Lou’s “Walk” is also incredible. I covered both of these songs in my Myles R. Gyles & The Sox band in ‘72. I just like Monáe‘s tune because it reminds me of Prince in his ‘80’s best.

  2. “relativity’s fabric / tangled taut / in perception’s cloth” – fantastic. Love the energy and drive and rhythm of the whole thing.

    1. Thanks Carrie! As Tess’s brilliant Magpie disappears further and further into the clouds of time, Sunday Muse stands as my prompt site of choice. Keep up the wonderful inspiration.

  3. Hey Rob, “on the razor’s edge of balanced tolerance
    (of a) messy romance,” just remember those night
    busses stop running at midnight. Take the Tube.
    ..

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