Sunday, July 10, 2016

TUBE



TUBE

each day each way
a corridor of crisis.

net generated precedence
for the time constrained.
and the news the views
are almost real
in this text fed medium.

I am my neighbour’s story
reading over her shoulder
until the freesheet drops,
  her fingers fidgeting
      as if drug scandals
           and war scandals
            and celebrity scandals
could leave residues for skin to absorb.

each day, each way

a corridor in crisis.

1 comment:

  1. Good stuff for so early in the morning.I thought poets slept till midday in their garrets.

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