Extra Solar, or, Murmur

Listening to the mutter-clang of a bus. Chick-Chick-Braan. The fastest speed to run, faster than, run it. Two people laugh, walk and huh huh; ha, yeah. How should I think them, now that I’ve seen them? I feel like something is off putting. I’m putting something off.

fub, fub, puh,uh. fub, puh, fub puh, uh. Even without aid the pulse is audible. Mawkish, in a way. The hard chestial knock, who may I ask is calling?

What does it mean to ‘look-forward’ in the sense that one says, “I am anticipating.”

fub. fub.

Malcom, you put that down. Don’t touch it, don’t touch it. Voice, far right. Malcom has in his hand a golden figure with a basketball at its hip, the top to someone’s discarded trophy. How should I think them, now that I’ve seen them?

fu, puh, uh

Just because I’m not going anywhere specific, does this deny me the opportunity to wait?
Sense is a gift, we give it to ourselves. Or maybe you feel differently. I’d like to ask, but, you have the wrong the answer.

Must some destination be in mind?

And if so, where do I find it in there?