Bus Ride

Just something I wrote on a long bus ride the other day. Excuse the spelling errors and shit.

I close my eyes and imagine myself with a broken princess
taking off her dress.
leaving it all like a forgotten mess in the corner.
thoughts interrupted i look up and realize im on wpg transit
with a musky odor of stale cigarettes
there was a vibe of lost dreams.
and maybe the slight glimmer amongst the writers
in my experience the writers maintain a certain level of sanity
because they can escape into worlds.
they can become what they never were in the real world.
i look down at my feet and can help but smile.
i spend over a hundred dollars on these shoes and look at them now
they are submerged in the brown river that is a transit floor
everytime the bus stops it collects in some corner.
and then splits like the many paths of life along the aisle
everyone gets hit. nobody leaves the bus without dirty feet and regret.

you know the first thing i notice about wpg when i come back from the coast?
the flatness?
its so fucking flat here.
not necessarily saying flat is a bad thing.
but i remember when i first came back i smoked a j with heinrichs on the way back from the airport
and i was just amazed by the flatness of it all.
then i rode the bus down to the employment centre.
and i got off and realized how dusty and dirty the streets are lol.
but after awhile in wpg it never seems to matter.
the girls are so sexy and free here.
a winnipeg girl will smile and you believe it
theres a pureness and honesty to the praries.

the dust and grime though i'm suprised it doesn't seem to matter
any skater will tell you, there will be random large amounts of dust/rock/grime/whatever the fuck
and your wheels will come to a halt. not a slow stop. but they will jam with this grime and you will fly off
hopefully landing on your elbows and tearing them up.
and then you'll meet your homies at the skatepark and drink a brew and smoke a doobie and who gives a fuck after that.
maybe go down to safeway and buy some 50 cent cola or arizona ice tea.
if your not into cola theres mountain breeze and limeade.
its all 50 cents and you're digestive system will pay the remaining dues later

in love you either give it your all..
or receive it guilty because you have doubts of the future.
but it's important not to live a jaded lifestyle
as scary it may be
you must give in to love
and allow its pain and pleasure to run the course