I rode the train
With my earphones in
I pretended I
Did not exist
For a time it worked
Then the train lurched
And reality blurred
Into something worse

The carriage shifts
Beneath my feet
From left to right
Like the sea
Every movement, every sound
Breaks pieces off of me
Every shake upon the ground 
Drags me further into the deep

And they all see me for who I am
A broken shell
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By Bill 53 1/2.

You see them standing near you.

On the platform packed with life.

Their fucking vacant smiles

shows no care for the strife.

That their crappy worn out bike,

Will cause all when jammed onto the train.

As it blocks the doors and takes precious space,

And adds tenfold to commuter pain.

Travellers shuffle by,

With many a stumble and fall.

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Excuse me sir, how long

till Central Station?

Thirtyfiveminutes.

Thirty. Five. Minutes. 

Thirty five. Another hour

Or day springs open abyss

Before me, that is, before us

Before I can rest my hand on your shoulder

Causally

And pretend not to expect you there

Or you me.

These minutes are unlike any other

Minute I’ve known on earth

They are viscous, solid,

T...

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