Shuttle Bus 17: A Poetry Collection

The Rhythm of the Night

The skyline that once perplexed me,

Now leaves me mopey, mundane

I make dues in my slumber,

By innovating a palace, where I reign

Under catacombs of linen and wool

When the apparitions boogie across

The shadows where the walls kiss,

I crouch underneath this escapism,

Where I displace the soft comfort

For an evolving protector,

The geosphere for my serotonin

Apricots, grapefruit, and cherries,

For every frivolous thought ripens,

Provides seed, and more capital

For farmers to sow what is needed

Before rainfall emits.

Another helpless commute in

The typhoon leaves me distraught,

I lather my yellow coat after I had tripped,

Stumbling into puddle after puddle,

Your smile once guided my path,

When my verging ship had had its

Crew submerged, you were the siren,

The Helen that vanquished the storm.

Now I am left restless in this trance,

As the shadows dance the voodoo rhythm,

Leaving me to murmur a quick prayer.

Can you just come home?

Tomorrow? In the coming hour?

I need your heartbeat for my drum

To hit the correct beat, and make this

Insomnia a new song for life's endless playlist.