Saturday, February 03, 2007
Visiting Ali
I watched stations tick by.
Warm central line seat,
Heated by a strangers bum.
What would happen,
If you accumulated the heat emitted
Into that square of itchy velvet?
On the floor runs rivets of cola, sticky lines.
A Japanese lady straddles the worst
In dainty heels.
Mixed race couple stand close,
As if pressed from all sides.
She, big subservient eyes,
Glassy pools of brown
Tiny against his chest.
I move my bag
For no thanks
From the person taking it’s place. ¶ 12:04 pm
Warm central line seat,
Heated by a strangers bum.
What would happen,
If you accumulated the heat emitted
Into that square of itchy velvet?
On the floor runs rivets of cola, sticky lines.
A Japanese lady straddles the worst
In dainty heels.
Mixed race couple stand close,
As if pressed from all sides.
She, big subservient eyes,
Glassy pools of brown
Tiny against his chest.
I move my bag
For no thanks
From the person taking it’s place. ¶ 12:04 pm
