sit ubu sit, good dog

I called her ma'am
she sat near at the back of the bus
minding her own hair and makeup
this was the city bus
actor's transportation
it was magnificent
surrounded every night by actors of the sort
the inner ear lusting for more
i can hear but cannot be seen
seen but cannot be heard
we morph into the wall
transform into the seat
ain't this what living is about
jack may be back
and he's bringing the whole ship with him