THE MYSTERIOUS BUS

 

A poem for my old friend
THE MYSTERIOUS BUS
Angoulême, 2025.

We have to run now we have to leave the show Where is the sun now where is the snow We passed through thorns and thistles Little Jesus took care of us He gave us golden whistles And he put us on a bus

We need to rest don’t be sad You’re the best forget the bad We don’t know where we’re going But it doesn’t matter Give me some more beer and one cracker

There is no night around us There is no day around Is this a real bus We need to discuss

We need to rest don’t be sad You’re the best forget the bad I am overcome by panic and slight fear Give me give me another beer

You know I’m not a fighter I used to be an unknown writer We need to rest don’t be sad You’re the best forget the bad

I don’t like this time time The only thing I see is crime crime But I know we have to go through this fight If we want to see the light

We need to rest don’t be sad Take this bread and forget the bad You’re still alive you’re not dead This is a test I’m not the best Maybe I’m alive or maybe I’m dead But how not to be in bad

I want to get out of here No I don’t want any more beer This is not a test It’s not a contest

You are certainly good maybe not the best But the most important thing You have to rest

Who are you really And where are you taking me And why did we see Jesus by the sea

Maybe this is the road through hell I can feel that awful smell Don’t be sad We burned the earth There is not a single bird

Now sleep because the road is long You have to stay well and strong

We need to rest don’t be sad I’m your friend old and faithful You’ll be later grateful