*Feet throb through well worn shoes
after a brisk walk to central station.
We keep our ears plugged with our beats
to finally find seated, at furtherest point;
Backs of heads, napes, and collars
mushroom away, stare blankly ahead -
polarised sunnies paint them bright;
choked only by an assumption of gain.
And all I see is a tiny reflection of me.
Here in my world another day begins:
a mourning of suited, tired paramours;
in this cosmos of peopled isolation.*
_ __ ___ ✒
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May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
*Feet throb through well worn shoes
after a brisk walk to central station.
We keep our ears plugged with our beats
to finally find seated, at furtherest point;
Backs of heads, napes, and collars
mushroom away, stare blankly ahead -
polarised sunnies paint them bright;
choked only by an assumption of gain.
And all I see is a tiny reflection of me.
Here in my world another day begins:
a mourning of suited, tired paramours;
in this cosmos of peopled isolation.*
_ __ ___ ✒
●○
°
