Washed up on a Shore

a river bursts it's banks-
a bloodclot in the vein of traffic

cramped in claustraphobia

we stand frustrated

"This is a platform alteration and
an extremely sorry cancellation..."

staring
staring
into a bleak metal horizon

yearning...

frozen

hypnotised by timetables and
speaker announcements

statues
longing to move

hooked on caffeine
intensity
the speed of 9 - 5

we come to a standstill and we hate it

a dog watches the world
with freaked out fascination

people from all walks of life - washed up here

searching for something

alone with our thoughts and belongings
each face tells the same story...

we chase a rush hour anxiety
that chooses not to rush...

enchanted by

dreams of a
neon pep pill

that glows in the dark

an instant thrill-
that never satisfies...

there is no cure for this

nature doesn't heed us...

there on the outskirts of work and time:

the wind blows...

the rain falls like it always has...

and I long to join the river

dive through structure

swim beneath language...