BUS TO THE ALL KNOWING CITY: poetry on Jekphrasa

BUS TO THE ALL KNOWING CITY

I forgot my shoe,

but the bus came early

and I was having an interview eastwards heaven.

I forgot my shoe at home

bus driver wait!

please, can you hear me?

driver in black suit

We drove 6 kilometers in silence

I itched my feet for it was cold and dry

I'm bare,

my feet is naked,

Driver take me back home.

I might fail this interview,

give me a chance to pick my shoes again.

He was silent

Oh my street number is

nasty 001 - in a short, brutish villa

Not too far,

I could trek.

"You've spent your time"

this driver tells me and opens the door.

and before us, there's a large billboard that says

- GO FACE YOUR GOD