Part 21 (Tracking Tale)

Following on from yesterday, this series of poems: Played at a different speed, the subjects covered by the 10 are humdrum, as they attempt to spell out a beat of the activity. This is Part 21 (It’s about listening on a train).

Sun out with the wind
(an awesome summer wind)
with a warming sun
too clean,
crisp
entrancement
warms this mind.
Waiting,
sitting,
standing
till a whirring
speeding…
slowing: Churning papers,
scaring mutts,
rolling cigarette-butts
until
they’ve filled up all the ruts
by all the waiters
and the sitters,
standing,
boarding,
closing,
moving!
There’s the clicking and commotion
of mechanic tongues in motion.
Moving.
Then
it’s our seat
– our booked seat –
and surcharge paid to sit seat.
Slowed down then stopped.
Beat.
Machine’s not saving booked seats.
And off again, yet,
still not sitting seat!
Take ours,
use ours…
Now sat
we’ve stopped again seat.
Still –
stand –
leave –
and empty, empty, empty,
now vacant seat;
their saved seat;
they’re gone.

Tomorrow: Part 22

Advertisements

One thought on “Part 21 (Tracking Tale)

Comments are closed.