Opaque Messages

Jammed button.

Call the electrician,

The light man.

He’s gone now.

Followed the train driver,

The traveler.

Off the train.

Which is why I need to get off.

Out of this stationary traffic jam.

Sweaty vehicle puffing smoke.

Into cryptic messages

Up there for so long

It’s an opaque place now

Grey skies forever.

No way to see anymore.

Nothing.