Making Use of the Metro

Let's become preposterous. I'll take
To shouting nonsense from this
Platform at the passing trains. You
Can claim that you are blind while
Reading what the billboards say
Aloud to people walking by.
We'll ask for breakfast in the evening,
Moan that silence hurts our ears,
And claim that coffee tastes like beer.
Above all, let us glide together,
Arm in arm, like figure skaters,
Through this subway station's halls,
Preposterous as hell.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-01-09 at 15:09

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