“Lines Written on a City Bus” —

The incipience of the grave
won't holler back & we (haven't
we) made a path through a thousand trials.
(Or is this grandiloquent to say & whatever fuck you.)
And didn't I promise to a girl, I swore once there
would be adventure (stole this from a movie) —
and promised her, yes, and romance too.
And I shall never change anyway (so
you must love me thus). As I ever,
and so take this hand: we freeze
this moment and then (like in a…