I was wondering if anyone could help me find the poem called 'Help i've just been run over by a bus' by Gwen Hauser. I read it in an anthology last year, and for the life of me have been unable to track it down again. Thanks for any help!
It apparently appeared in an anthology 'Inside Poetry,' authors Richard Davis and Jerry Wouk. I couldn't find it on the web, but since it's probably fairly recent, it may not be available there.
Sororiolus, if you live in a college town, or a city large enough to have a good public library, you might be able to find the poem in a journal or poetry magazine. Have your librarian help you.
For Posterity
---Richard Davis
I used to do this alone…
Now I write for others;
Unmet friends and foes and brothers.
People who never heard a poem that rhymes and sings.
They’re used to stuff that pours in strings
Of sound and colored torn patchwork scraps
While they doze with soft hands in their laps.
And blow dead smoke through their nostrils
Waiting for the next jolt to come to them, from they care not where.
having a relationship
with you
is like riding
a 3-speed bicycle
in rush-hour traffic
up yonge st.-
too many people
altogether
and besides
it's dangerous
i got hit
by a bus 1 day
& didn't know what hit me
till i struck the pavement
& saw this great big
bus body
going past me
2 inches form
my hand on the ground
what happened
a man asked
did your bike
get caught in the grating?
no i said
grating, my foot!
a bus just hit me
what does it look like?
(realizing i could've been killed
& no one would've
even noticed-
not even the bus)
falling in love with you
was like
being hit
by a bus-
i wasn’t killed
but i wouldn't do it again.
I remember motoring up Yonge Street in Toronto. I had just driven across the border at Niagara Falls/Ft Erie, and around the lake to the city. I was planning on dropping off the rental car, then taking the train up to Ottawa and Montreal. The address for the rental agency showed something like 1000 Yong St, and I figured some 10 blocks, right? Wrong. Turns out Yonge St has numbers that run sequentially, with no breaks for individual blocks. That is, no 100-block, 200-block, etc. Just one number right after the other all the way uptown. It ended up being several miles!
What does this have to do with anything? Got me there.