Bus lanes
Film made by: Aisling Fahey, Becky Cuddy,
Ben Tucker and Jack Downes
Bus lanes
Written by Aisling Fahey and Becky Cuddy
At the tips of my toes
tyres scratch concrete slabs.
Engines cough, screaming
for attention
as the concrete bleeds black.
Faceless drivers
identified by license plate numbers
and bumper stickers.
Forest Road becomes a Formula One track.
The only motor that matters, is you.
Bus lanes are
welcome mats
to transportations front door.
An umbrella implodes,
stripped from a slippery grip
and claimed by sturdy branches.
Tangled.
The 5' 2" frame, fractured,
by the epiphany of loneliness.
Loneliness
thinking,
this independence doesn't taste so good
soaked through
seeks comfort under the shoulder
of the bus stop.
I wait in the rain / she waits in the rain
as it bleeds blue
thinking,
this independence doesn't taste so good
soaked through
I don't need my hand held as I cross
roads any more.
So journeys are loneliness depicted
on the necks of strangers.
Walking one step behind ...
... Walking one step behind
someone I could have known in a former life
someone I could have loved / someone she could have loved.
Side stepping floating bodies
to read bus timetables
five minutes double as I blink humidity.
L.O.N.D.O.N.
I tread
those crunchy leaves
waiting, as the rain
bleeds.
The mechanical workings of the 275
accelerating up Forest Road.
Your eyes on mine
for a fraction of second
I tread
those crunchy leaves
waiting, as the rain
bleeds.
