Red Bus
Fate is just a prearranged coincidence Do not trust the writing on the road It has nothing to do with that one on the wall The red bus was looking for a wild target Maybe in today’s ephemeral language The red bus is about to cross the red line But the necromancers were too busy […]
There are no coincidences in this world It is only what open eyes can see Because time runs in circles Until we wonder whether we have seen this before A double decker hurrying across Battersea Bridge Taking our wishful thinking to the other side Free Guy is just a giant poster on a red bus […]
The thousands of small bulbs light the Battersea Bridge Like the infamous Do Long bridge in F. Coppola’s “Apocalypse Now” Bright lights hang like amulets to protect the crossing against the evil eye Undaunted, the red bus Victoria 44 makes the run, entrusting its fate to its name The film of our life spins in […]
Strolling down Chepstow the Black Adonis touts his perfect abs Starting the feud between the Aphrodites and the Persephones While he may get prematurely gored by a big red London bus Life is the replay of primeval mythologies where joy and pain meet halfway We reach the river with the baggage of our memories, we […]