Thursday, May 26, 2011

Quirks of humanity

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, America and stuff

Ah, life life, go get a wife

and conform.

28.05.07

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