London rush hour

Silvana02

LONDON’S DAY TO DAY RUSH

Alarm clock set up at 05:45.

 

Long but straight tube path

very busy hour..

heartbeating......

accelerating in the rush hour to have a spot in the small world

 

of future earnings.

 

Trying to find an empty space for my body-bag in the fully packed Tube.

Smell of perfumes- eau de cologne.

Passengers sitting reading a book, checking documents on their devices, obviously not connected.

 

The train going at fast speed..next stop..mind the gap...do not push...

mind the gap..do not push

create your void in your puzzled minds.

 

My destination.

Rushing to the Office

checking my tights, my skirt, my shoes.

 

Smoking with great pleasure my first day to day rush cigarette

inhalating-exhalating breathing deeply.

 

A British bank employee, came close to my eyes and lips while still smoking.

 

He was smiling

he said: ''I do not smoke my dear''

I saw you last time...same Tube

wearing an elegant beige suit on a black shirt

dark blond,,,odd smile.

5 cm from my lips

''I would like to fuck you'': 

a short nasal laughter

 

Sitting in the office, only 1 good morning

8 hours in a row

weekly room meetings- useless room meetings.

 

On the way back

same path

nearly sleeping on the Tube

wave movements like a cradle, provoked by an automatic hand.  a baby...as a baby.

in a crib.

Wagon-crib

 

dreaming of a smoother life

dreaming of better technology

dreaming of a better environment

dreaming of a lover

dreaming of a better world.

Another working day had gone

 

All of a sudden...

ALOUD MIND THE GAP...NEXT STOP STOCKWELL

MIND THE GAP.......

 

I jumped out of the doors.

Thinking that all that could last years ahead

 

A new knowledge had started in the relatively new land

Alarm clock set up for something else.

 

The London's rush was towards its end!

  • Author: Silvana02 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 24th, 2024 12:56
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Comments2

  • orchidee

    It's a madhouse, and not one hour, but 2 or 3 even.

    • Silvana02

      Yes, it is true

    • Doggerel Dave

      Memories!! A quite (very) long time ago...... Remains very familiar. Enjoyed the ride - from here 😉

      Enjoy your stay at MPS. An interactive site, it works best when poets respond to other’s work and reply to commentary on their own poetry.

      • Silvana02

        of course. I have just started. Yes, I will in the future

        • Silvana02

          For me they are not quite ''memories'', the event happened some time ago, those journeys, but not long time ago.



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