A Poem by Hairy and Confused

Escalators Underground
Fluorescents glint quietly on their teeth
Shifting patterns dance and sway
In time with the Muzak.


A man is breathing music
Shaping the air into Art.
The tunnels rumble in harmony
And a great wind blows. 


The train's eyes shine in the darkness.
And the gleaming body follows.
It slows, and stops, and wounds open in its side.
People pour in, people pour out;
Caught in the tide.


© 2009 Hairy and Confused

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Added on January 29, 2009
Last Updated on January 30, 2009


Hairy and Confused
Hairy and Confused

Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

Friendly hairy Australian living in Melbourne. I write poetry and prose to avoid writing my Master of Fine Art thesis. more..


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