Saturday, 15 January 2011

The Darkness of Commuting

. . . Is now ready to depart . . .
. . . Security announcement . .
. . . Destroyed without notice . .
All we do is stand,
And wait.
For January to end.
Dressed in beetle black, we carry Friday flowers.
Darkness.
All scurry,
Platform. Carriage. Seat.
January
Endless, darkness, darkness.