As everyone flinches

2007-09-03T17:52:22Z

And then the waking clawing nightmare begins
As onlookers think it ends
And you rise from the depths of this narcotic pond
To the reality and air that stands above and beyond.
And you choke.
Gasping you long to retreat from the street and mocking passers by.
You run but can’t hide for reality.
Bared claws it is upon you with all its wrongs
Jockying for position
Pushing you to the back of each queue
Stepping on your decency
Pissing on your shabby nakedness
And so the blur; and the run begins again
Away from the civilization that you see and understand and know that mocks you.
And then in a smoky, hazy circle of other lonely fleeing minds.
You press a needle once again and for all the dirt and pain and misery you are free.

THE STATION

2007-09-03T04:03:57Z

TICKET LYING ON THE GROUND
SMALL BOY CRYING AT LOST AND FOUND
UMBRELLAS TAP ;
RESOUNDING SOUNDS ;
OF TRAIN DOORS CLOSING ALL AROUND ;

AND THEN AT LAST ON TO THE STREET ,
THE BROLLIES RISE AGAINST THE SLEET ,
LONG BLACK COATS THE UNIFORM OF CITY GENTRY FIGHT THE STORM ,

THE STATIONS QUIET ,
HYDAULIC HISS ,
BREAKS THE ALMOST SILENT BLISS .

THE CLOCK IS SLOWLY TURNING ROUND ,

NOW THE MASS IS HOMEWARD BOUND ,

THE TURNSTILES SPIN .
THE TRAINS ARE LATE .
THE HUMAN RAT RACE IS OUR FATE .

Jonathan Bywords' Stories

As everyone flinches

THE STATION