on a bus on the road below, (at night (poemoff 2)

on a bus on the road below, (at night (poemoff 2)

the lights of Spokane
glisten behind me.
i wish that the lady next to me
didn't smell like three day old cheese.
her smell peremates my clothes
(and will 'til tomorrow
when she leaves the bus in Tacoma
and i'm left alone
and smelly in my seat).

tonight i'll eat hashbrowns
and wish for eggs
(and if wishes were fishes
i'd get a rash).
bus rides last too long
and nights i wish to be un-remembered
stay chiseled in brain
wrinkles show i'm getting older
and not any wiser.
tomorrow i'll be home and wish
i was anywhere but here.

The title of this poem comes from Mr. Zack's "(perhaps it time to try again)."