Transit Poem #10. Are you listening?

Something of an experiment, this time written mostly while riding the 347 bus to Northgate. 

I don’t need to ride the rhythm
the way some like to do these days
There are heavy crimes
and different rhymes
for the end (of) times—
parentheses optional
depending on your need
for the delusional
The fact is not even with practice
can we get that time back—
when the hours are gone
ours is gone
What else can we do
but carry on
(and on to the break of dawn)

Are you listening, son?

So say it like you mean it
but remember the context
in the end
that’s what makes life worth it
It may be this exercise
that keeps my eyes
raised to the sky
It’s not terribly deep
but exercise
is still good for you

Are you listening, son?

When the route changes
you’ll encounter strangers
The strangest of all
lives inside your head
Close your eyes
you’ll see red—
keep them open
you may see
possibility

Are you listening, son?

(9 March 2018)