Doms are like Busses

[Deleted Member]

They're like busses, Doms. You stand 

at the bus stop for an age, alone but crowded

in with all the other passengers just desperate

to find a ride home, and watch the traffic 

whizzing past. A truck, a flash convertible. 

A switch. A bull, a primal with dead eyes.

A mini with speakers thumping a heavy bass.

No busses. Rain starts to drizzle, a harsh wind

finds all the cracks in your psyche and let in

the cold. Your gaze is fixed down the road, 

hyper-focused on that corner where one should 

be coming.  Any moment now. A large  lorry, 

thumping it's horn. A fly boy just out to pull

hair. An older lady in a station wagon. 

You despair, feel the restlessness inside you

twist and sc*** and tighten. But you daren't

look away. Any. Moment. Now. You close

your eyes for a moment and wonder if you

are destined just to walk, to stride off alone

with your collar turned up and your heart

in your boots. You- There is it. A bus. At last. 

And behind it, another one. And another one. 

You stare, half relieved, half exasperated.  

They all pull up at the bus stop, one after

the other. You hear the hiss of their breaks,

watch the door open. This one likes to mindfuck, 

that one has dark, intense eyes and a wicked

way with the brat inside you. The next one

lives close enough to sate the beast whenever

the urge claws sharply inside of you. But there are no destinations on the front and what

you can't tell, through the steamed up windows

and the windscreen wipers swiping at your view,

is which one is full of empty seats and hot air, 

which one has already picked up a passenger

with cruelty in their eyes and their hands. 

Which one doesn't have the gad to make it

where you want to go. But you have to pick.

Climb aboard one and pay your *** to the driver. 

Take a seat and hope you've made the right choice. 

Or you can stand, hold. Another one will be along 

in an hour. It's cold, though, and the rain

is sliding through your layers of protection. 

You look bedraggled already. When the next bus

comes, will you even be allowed on board?

I fucking hate public transport. 

[Ch****]

I'm trying to get to Seattle. Got on a bus decades ago that was ***ted beige inside, but the driver was friendly. Took a tour of the South, then Maine, ended up in Florida and finally got off...had to walk home. Then I found a bus ***ted crimson red with leather seating...much better ride, but the final stop will likely be Chicago...can't go all the way. I can't regret all the places I've been, though.

[Ch****]

Perhaps the ones you've met this far. Many of us have more depth than described. Hope you find a good one that has the wherewithal to add positivity to your experiences.

[Scottishdombull]

And there was a thought running through my head about public transport. Wait for the bus and next thing three buses come at once

[CopperKnob]

This is very very cleverly written

[AdamX]

What a shame. I have been driving buses for years now and have gotten every passenger safely to their destination. I wish my route was closer to your neighborhood. Don’t give up hope though; you’ll find your bus eventually.

[4R****]

This is brilliant! Absolutely Brilliant!