tour de transit station

I’m listening to the rain

Fall on the pavement outside,

The cars driving by slice across

The slick surface,

Sounding like wet knifes being

Sharpened by a stick of rubber.

 

Every fifteen minutes or so

A bus will pull up,

A blast of air farting it

Down to the ground along

With the beep beep beep

That warns passengers not

To get off just yet.

 

The doors swoosh open

And the race begins.

 

They look like cattle

Being moved from one pen to the next,

Blinded and thoughtless,

Distracted by cell phones, I pods, movie stars,

And fashion trends.

 

They fight for the lead,

Jostle and hustle for their

Rightful place,

Ego demons clawing

Their way to get under the

Butchers knife.

 

With cattle you need

An electrified prod

To get them going,

They know what’s up,

I’ve got a lot of respect

For cattle.

 

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[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

Oh!! now there we go again..:) i love how you write..seriously..there is something so eccentric yet so so real palpable about your words that the feeling i get after reading such is immense..so immense that many would not like to carry the weight of your words.They always are so deep.I will tell you this..once you begin with The doors swoosh open

And the race begins.
The words that follow are amazing...this only happens when you are right there in the center of a crowd and suddenly it crosses your mind that why do i have to be a part of all this frenzy..and once you rise above it all and just observe them dissect them..all you see is 'cattle'..nothing more than that...:) i understand ya mate..here i do.