Just an excuse
to get this thing up
and running.
Here is a poem that was written some years ago:
Four Stages Please
Life writhes between your sweaty fingers thought you had a good grip on tv someone’s trying to fit eight and a half minutes of viewer entertainment between two forty minute chunks of moulded plastic you cared for nine of them until the bus came and you took a seat went somewhere seat’s comfortable enough uh oh tension mounts as the selection committee arrives not the fat guy guilt don’t stare could be harassment still waiting waiting something’s wrong light flashes now you’re paranoid breath is tested casually hope no one saw the hand probably a yawn doesn’t matter social conditioning still it won’t go finally but it’s still tense she doesn’t care or even want to know and you don’t try nerves probably thought there weren’t more five minutes of not looking uncomfortable silence except you wish you could shut up and it’s your stop lucky someone else pulled the cable someone else always pulls the cable
Life writhes between your sweaty fingers thought you had a good grip on tv someone’s trying to fit eight and a half minutes of viewer entertainment between two forty minute chunks of moulded plastic you cared for nine of them until the bus came and you took a seat went somewhere seat’s comfortable enough uh oh tension mounts as the selection committee arrives not the fat guy guilt don’t stare could be harassment still waiting waiting something’s wrong light flashes now you’re paranoid breath is tested casually hope no one saw the hand probably a yawn doesn’t matter social conditioning still it won’t go finally but it’s still tense she doesn’t care or even want to know and you don’t try nerves probably thought there weren’t more five minutes of not looking uncomfortable silence except you wish you could shut up and it’s your stop lucky someone else pulled the cable someone else always pulls the cable
Anyone else find riding the bus to be a sometimes awkward experience?
OtL.
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