Sharing Space with Strangers in a Train

Sharing Space with Strangers in a Train

Birds fly...doors open,

Cars stopped...at at red light,

Scenery glistening to the rain's sprinkle,

Lights turn green, the clouds amass.

Execs play golf,

Even in the rain.

The train keeps rolling on,

Hardly anyone got on at Geneva today,

Which foreshadows an eerie day.

A freight train rolls through,

I think I'm going to get sick at the sound of that guy speaking.

Great they have to sit infront of me, I want to shit in their face.

Today one of my eyes is slightly swollen.

My papillon - poodle's hair must have gone in it.

As that guy speaks to the person next to him,

It's like he's trying to see using the corner of his eye,

Who else is paying attention to him.

As soon as I get to work and get home, it will be all good.

Posted: 10:40 p.m. EST September 25, 2006 by Anne Meesriyong