She talks ten to the dozen.
Perhaps a baker's dozen of passengers
flick their papers, snap their headphones
closer to their ears. Doesn't she ever
shut up? I'm not interested
in her boyfriend or what she said
to her bitch of a boss last week.
The sudden mercy of tunnels cuts her off
mid-breath. "Hello, hello, hello," she implores,
like a village idiot who thinks
he can hear someone reply when he speaks
into the mouth of an empty cave.
Comments
insertponceyfre... | January 15, 2010 - 11:53
oh I like this one too! last 2 stanzas v good
Nathan Bednarek | January 17, 2010 - 17:00
I LOVE the last stanza and really enjoyed the whole thing. Very good, well done.
Nathan.
Dynamaso | January 18, 2010 - 11:13
You might be catching the same bus or train that I do except I know you're not. This is a a great spotlight on modern ignorance at its worst. Excellent.