Another Ride to Work

I have no suicidal tendencies by the way - but I had been thinking about this piece for some weeks, I like how it's turned out - let me know what you think!



Amidst the suited and skirted shadows
Of long faces, blurry eyes
Steamy paper cups and sweet croissants
Peering through the misty dew
Standing waiting for the next pew.

Glaring eyes rested on frosty tracks
Hide the years within them
Of bodies carried to and fro
Perhaps even fatalities seen
Perhaps the reason for the bloody sheen.

And as I wait and hear of the announcements
As echo through the still morning air
Bitter cold steel rail entice me in
To see the secrets of another’s’ fate
And see if the last breath would love or hate.

And as my body the rails may touch
Would I hear my bones collapse
And crackle beneath relentless gushing weight
Would my skin tear as if of paper
And the track act as knife or blunt grater

What would my hasty dying thought ensue
What of joy and what of sorrow
Unveiling minds mystery that I now dwell
As truth or lies behind my dying eyes
What words would find my cries.

And of the last second for my scull
Would my brain set panic in
To regret the moment I fell in
And wish by body well again
Trade my breath for moment’s zen.

What would my loves and closest say
Upon heeding to this such tail
With open mouths gasps and when
My dear would hear of this sad news
And claim the window title pews.

And the suits and skirts will stand and puff
Alas, their train delayed, typing apologies in analogue
Prolonged moment deterred them
From tapping watches frayed
Gleefully twisting to see bones remained.

Of shame and sadness embrace my past
To leave alone my opportune zest
For city life and cafes’s nest
Yet not for now, as train arrives
And bundled on with my Allies.
To take yet another ride to work.