For a moment we are all equal,
Here, on padded, plastic seats,
Beside grime-smeared windows,
Under cheerful yellow lights
That make our carriage glow as
We hurtle through the night:
The girls with pink antennae,
Talking wine and screwing as
They celebrate a melding;
The old man at the back,
Talking into his gloves,
Stinking of piss and vinegar;
The boy with learner's eyes,
Lost in the pages of a book,
Oblivious to the world;
The suits who talk of birds,
Laughing drunkenly as
They plan their infidelities;
The teen in tears and shadows,
Mourning her lost love,
So intense, yet so transient.
We are all equal here -
For a moment.
10th April 2015
STAI LEGGENDO
Fragments And Reflections
PoesiaPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
