Momma Made a Killing

By the unfolding head

Mon, 28 Feb 2011
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She climbed aboard the bus
and ambled limply up the stairs
her overweight eyelids slouched
her lungs of steamy breath
crumpled heavily
in the seat behind me

“Look at them” she wheezed
quietly leaning forward
turning her face to the window

“The hysteria of consumerism at it’s best…
city centre Saturday fever…
all those young pretty robots
and old obedient dogs…”

I sighed in agreement and replied
“the pavements look filthy”

then she looked me in the eye
and smiled knowingly

“yes my dear - and time
appears to be slipping
from everybody’s grasp”

Certificate U
Poem
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi the unfolding head, this is a very interesting observation of a situation on a bus. As the lady said time does appear to be slipping from everybody's grasp, a very true statement. Thanks for the read. Jenny.

 

Submitted by the unfolding head on
Thanks Jenny. These days I often have to take the bus to go and visit my family and the route there takes me through the main shopping area of the city. I've found the view from the topdeck a great place to watch and analyse the hordes of people buzzing around... - also, I had a listen to some of that music you reccomended. I enjoyed it very much - nice taste!

ddf

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi the unfolding head, that's great that you enjoyed the music, it's the kind of music you just want to kick back and relax to. It takes me back to my younger days, of not having a care in the world, if you know what I mean, anyway glad you enjoyed it. Jenny.

 

Submitted by fatboy74 on
Enjoyed this one unfolding head - well done. :-)

 

Submitted by WillSimpson on
Good piece, there's some hidden knowledge in there.

Until we feel our thoughts our thinking remains unfelt

Submitted by the unfolding head on
thanks fatboy... thanks Will... appreciate the kind comments.

ddf