Desultory Night

Desultory night,
nowhere is the straight
this bus can go.

The bodies inside
shuffle to their places,
settle into silence

As eyes sunken low
by the hollowed lights
gaze into the floating panes

Watch ourselves watching others -
past and the present
reflecting on the surface while

There in the aisle, the mad man
in mouthful of curses dares the future
with the fury blazes of his eyes.