Alcohol Bus

I took a bumpy ride

On the alcohol bus.

The grain spirited party

That spun out of control

Shaking that vehicle

Jolting that ride

Readying the vaporous confines

To ignite and explode

Any minute

With a spark

A flare from a match head

A cigarette

A harsh angry word

Liquor fueled temper

Lashing out

Physically attacking

Smashing

Disregard for everything

Until

“BOOM!!!”

That fucker explodes all over the place.

And there is nothing but

Wreckage and devastation

Broken bottles

Smashed

Disorientation

Looking amidst the

Crumpled metal and melted plastic and rubber

For any signs of life...

Any hints of familiarity

Of what was once there

And tangible.

I stepped off of the bus

And made a run for it

Not looking back

For fear of

Any tremors

Fallout

And aftermath.

The heat was unbearable.