{Wed 29 November 2006}   Escalator

Lonely in London,
people float upward above me,
headless dreamers
on an earthbound Jacob’s ladder.

Denying gravity,
their sheer mass hovers
static in my airspace.

Our chariot screams, heaving
in metallic anguish, straining
its indifferent load to the spewing
forth, the spattering

of conscious flesh
upon the unconscious pavements
of this ancient present.

Nitzan says:

Hi Tia,

I can definitely relate to this one, although I never quite saw my daily commute this way. I’ll take a different point of view when I’m on the escalator tomorrow :-))


Tia says:

Hmm… maybe I should submit it to London Underground, whaddaya think?

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