homeless observation
A crushing glow, a heavy wet light, I sheild my eyes in the sudden
bright. As fast as it came it’s goes, now a thundering hiss of
blades, a chopper cruising bent low with speed. It’s passing marked
by a thin loudness, a recorded whisper in full volume. Silent now
save the sound of voices, beneath the darkness. Why the light combed
here, at the edge, escapes me. Here there is nothing, here life sits
crowded and alone. This black corner is crowded with half smoked
cigarettes, sick smelling boots, human effluence submerged in mud.
Viewed with a disquieting double-take, perceived in guilty shrug, most
shuffle quickly on, back towards the light.
plane waiting
Grabbed the tab and fled from the muted cacophony; the combined noise
of low voice, clinking glass, tv and commerce. Decently buzzed I find
the gate; a silence now, a pressing tension of expectation and fidgety
anxiety. I fish out my ear buds, casting deep into cargo pockets to
reel in the one device. Soon I find music pounding my ears; calm
inside, attention distracted just enough. Beats loud enough to quell
the squirming squeal of a surly babe, the inane conversation of
scowling elders, announcements overhead; a metallic quack, all gone.
Flipping the glossy pages of comics, pulsing beat in ears dead to the
world.