The Bus Departs....... where's your ticket?

The weekly poetry bus already has four passengers aboard, and if you include the dog - who is driving this week's challenge and myself, that'll make 17 or so. So, let's get on the road, I'll just keep updating this page until the end of Monday and into Tuesday or whenever, if that's ok with everyone...

The challenge was to write anything with confusion of any kind as a jumping off point.... simple, no?

Here is the driver with a safety video which is specially designed to assure optimum confusion levels before we begin.

First up Jeanne is spinning in confusion here

and Chiccoreal is on the confusing bus here

Argent is on with the truth of Eden here

Also joining us, is Shilpa detailing the storm of confusion here

Gwei Mui is lost in a rain of confusion here

while Peter Goulding is caught in the certain in between over here

Dave King has posted up his elephant trunk related tale over here

Helen's joining us now with a haikutastic bus ticket here

Rachel Fox is on board, back from holidays with her special clickety ticket here

David Mohan is joining us now for his first poetry bus trip, a warm welcome for him on the confusion of wakening here.

The original driver and reason why we're all here Mr Fabulous Total Feckin Eejit is on the case, and insighting on the confusement of life here

And just onboard and examining words of wisdom it's Doctor FTSE - over here

Watercats have arrived just in time to unravel the mysteries of the universe here

A big hello and welcome to Jinksy, splashing out on, not one but two tickets for the bus this week, check em out - here and here

And now the Bug has landed with a fascinating gem washed up from the 80's here

Make way now for the Enchanted Oak, spreading a branch across the cycles of generations here

Titus has joined us now bearing hunger in her confusion here

Domestic Oubliette is hopping on now, map in hand, ready to navigate for the driver here

Here now with some sleepy visions is Erratic Thoughts - over here

P Nolan has joined us now with his confusing contour - check it here

Poetikat's exploration of dementia can be embarked on from here

Martin H, another new-comer to the bus has joined us with a memory of visiting time here, let's squish in and make him very welcome.

And now - Hilary, Blackbirds, Kites, Locusts and Foxes - it could only be Gerry Snape - another newcomer to the bus... and very welcome she is... over here

Finally Bill has arrived with a highly prophetable poem, just through here.

And my effort is as follows:

Taxed

I have a number, for social security

Should I call when I feel insecure -

to get advice from a social guardian angel?

My worth is estimated and hours of work endured

are skimmed off the top, hours worked for greater good

like it or not

There's ways to get these later hours back,

a hundred ways to split the cracks and let

your jingling pocket sing with change

you can rearrange yourself and trick the System into thinking that

you're single, that you've given all to precious kids, but honey,

don't for god's sake tell them!

Make claims, take heart, declare yourself unable

while brown envelopes are fingered under tables and you squirm

with moistened cute hoor glee

and me? My eyes glaze over when I try to

think of taxes, the summer days seem

too important to shorten

with all the gleaming ways

of being smart with money