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Work Ethic and I are at a crowded Penn Station

standing in front of the Big Board,

waiting for our track to flash.

 

A few move up – Boston, Trenton –

but the crowd doesn’t move.

They are all waiting for our train and it’s late.

 

W.E. kills the time

by pretending he’s an alien

taking reconnaissance notes.

 

They are upright with pink epidermis, one head, and two legs.

Left appendages pull fairly large black box-like tails on wheels

and the right pushes small black boxes to the side of the head.

Only a very few have had these tails removed and almost all talk to themselves.

 

Finally – Washington: track 15 –

and the bustle starts to the escalator.

We rush a bit to stand and wait,

but now we are focused,

we all know where we’re going.

I lose W.E. in the crowd and think

about his surveillant scribble.

 

All seem motivated by some God-like force to flee at the same time,

but move poorly as a unit like a funnel full of

roaches.

 

I’m not worried, he gets lost quite often

but always resurfaces.

He’s fun to hang with and doesn’t drink much.

He travels light and takes good notes.

 

 

 

6 comments

  1. Craig, what an interesting piece. I read twice right away noticing more & more details & how you set up the scene. Quite effective how you formatted this! I thoroughly enjoyed the read with my morning coffee this AM. Thank you.
    Jan

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  2. Craig,

    I absolutely love this one.

    “W.E. kills the time

    by pretending he’s an alien

    taking reconnaissance notes.”

    Witty and wise!

    “All seem motivated by some God-like force to flee at the same time,

    but move poorly as a unit like a funnel full of

    roaches.

    I’m not worried, he gets lost quite often

    but always resurfaces.”

    I love the poetry and the brilliance it took to conceive this.
    Really good stuff!

    Sarah

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  3. Yes; that daily grind means we miss so much along the way.

    Interesting that we mostly kid ourselves we have come such a long way; whereas in truth, we have hardly left the swamp.

    ‘Only a very few have had these tails removed and almost all talk to themselves.’ That’s a killer line if ever there was one.

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  4. Reading this, I feel as if I am at the station.

    Had to smile at that force
    making people seem to move/flee at the same time.

    I’ve experienced this in airports and movie theaters. :0)

    W.E. Lightens the whole experience
    and makes the reader patient, enjoying
    what would normally be stressful
    because there is someone
    that adds some joy to the time spent there.

    A pleasure as always.
    Kerri

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