A poem inspired by my experiences on public transport…
My fellow commuters
If you were a beast,
What a strange one you would be!
Fish breathed and stinking of perfume,
straddled legged and hard kneed.
Slumping into slumber, while standing,
or comfortably on someones shoulder.
Rubbing your bottom against my shoulder
and fragrantly farting in my face.
Talking loudly to yourself
and turning the air blue,
Bleeding scarlet pinpoints on the floor.
Throwing yourself against the windows
Doing chin-ups on the handgrips.
Singing out loud, and
kindly sharing your music,
whether we want it or not.
Resting your newspaper
on top of my head, and
your laptop comfortably
on my knees.
Shovelling your food,
Slopping your drink and
filling the air with greasy aromas.
Picking your nose, and
wiping the results carefully
on the handgrips.
The more multitudinous you become
The more legs, and mouths and bottoms you have,
And yet how scarce your brains.