I see an air hostess on the bus
- what contrast but still strangely elegant
Beyond the window, a man closing
A car boot too hard
Why do people do that?
Angry at intelligent non-living objects
Fear of them becoming cyborgs, or worse, decepticon tansformers
These observations flow into me
Slo(e/w)ly, like gin
And as caustic
Back on the bus
An over-nourished fat kid beside me
Stretches out like an old man
Before noticing equally plump
and ditsy group of young teenager girls
Modelling themselves on like,
…
Ah, life life, go get a wife
and conform.
28.05.07
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