At first the carriage sighed with
Grudging
Monday morning
Potential
Like simmering
Rebellion
Without the gumption to strike
Half-empty
Prison
And a little time to divert into
Alternative pleasantries
All too soon
The seats and aisles
Crammed with
Silent
Still life
(Actually
Pseudo "busyness"
Indulging in
Electronic
Escapes)
But a seat
Unexpectedly
Vacated
Between the distillers of pleasantries and
Filled with
A studded revolution black vest
Armed with tattoos and
Helmeted with
Silky
Neonic
Green
Hair
Uncomfortable discord
Sizzled
The tattoos
Stroked the neonic greens
Constantly
As if being different was
A shifty business
While the pleasantries fried into
Medusa-like
Stony glares
Fixed
Straight ahead
Peripheral vision was
Negligible
Finally
The staged skit was
Broken
The neonics shuffled out at Parliament
Chewing gum
Fast
For the first time I saw her eyes
As she passed my window
They were large
And dark
And beautiful
But still life
Trained on
NOTE: Parliament is the name of an undergound train station in inner Melbourne
Linking to:
dVerse ~ The Art of Rebellion
Poets United ~ Poetry Pantry
Real Toads ~ Open Link Monday
