Dimensions on the Way Home

I see high windowed
Police office
Sanctuaries
For the weak minded 
Wrong people drones
Another Kirsten
Drips down my
Boredom-enveloped
Bus-trip window
With her man
She can't commit to
Long haired yet
Conforming
In the outfit
That belies his 
Desire for normality
Against her nature
For she prefers hair
To his virgin chest
And wails at the
Bile of his best voice
As she looks my way
And winks