hello its me

i have been in such a flux latly , bad headaches, the "crush" , and now i have no poem to give because instead of going thrugh my box of words which my friends its a big box , i spent it spring cleaning , laundry soooo much laundry but you do not want to hear about the mundane you want the strange so let me give you that inviting taste the kind you lick your lips for , that taste that is a secert want that you badly need let me be your drug , you fix when you need a little : just a taste of that strange soooo what do i have in store for you a bus story a couple of them when you need more info talk to me and i wiil give you the stories in your ear with the lights out and the moon in full esence of her self right now only a taste --------

wating for the bus by cak

i have many bus stories many i take it every day to work from work to school from school in the early hors of morning to the late at night to mid day afternoon { which is the most dangerous } i know who would have thunk but this one is intresting , i have the kind of face that people talk to why ----- i dont know they just do well friday april 9th after work i had wonderwall on the mind he should be so proud that he takes some of mine thinking time and most of it is trying to figure out how to figure him out but im trailing off , i sat next to a women who for the most part seemed perfectly normal sitting in front of me was a guy cleaning his nails with a very largr knife but i have come to expect on my journeys , this women with such a spanish accsent touched my should and started to tell me about all the storms she has been thru an enpreesive list but i never ask she just wanted to tell me ok so i do what i do best listen , and take a mentel note of the situation its what she said after in the same fasion of speaking , she said some times i get the vision of the hell god wants us in { passing saint anns chuch she does the sign of the cross and goes on this is the end of days in a perfect wisper tone like she is telling me a serect or sharing a serect with me like i am the lucky one in a way i am she is giving me wisdom that i can use the knife guy then says to me im not crazy i wont hurt anyone with the knife but when you sleep on the streets this is all i have , i said to him dont worry you dont scare me with that he was happy i wanted to tell him a women already pulled a gun out in front of me to shoot another women i can deal with the knife , but i kept that tid bit to my self  like everthing in life i keep the good stuff locked away for the right ears to hear  so if she is right and you know what you never know  its the end of days and heven looks like a golden city ? yeah that one gets me all the time , i will let you gel in that i will blog a poem on wesenday  something old or brand knew i dont know something that will make you crave me all the more were you will want to wear my strange because life as you knew it will never be the same when i am not around all ready you miss my absent and we only locked eyes a few hours ago wait thats not for all you out there { see i was thinking about someone and got lost in my own delusion of  him } i do that  its all part of this strange pakage i call me  .