Three Strangers

What now led them to the station

When the crowd had fled the scene?...

This vacuum of incarceration...

Staring down through balance beams

Rats surveyed the three lost souls...

Faces mismatched in the gloom...

One: a bald young man who spun

Hand-picked wax for his enjoyment...

The other: a overly cautious sex worker

Dressed head to toe in black...

The last: a strung-out salesclerk;

A product of our high-tech times...

Now here they all stood like

Some incoherent team!...

Who would say the first word,

And melt the ice which chilled

Their bloodstream?...

The bumbling, and well stretched

Seconds seemed to tumble

Down an excavated well from Hell...

At long last the DJ Xavier

Leaned, half turning from his shell,

Tapping lightly on Vanessa's tattooed neck...

Her repulsed flesh caused her to yell

Which summoned Simon from his

Pod-cast...

He dropped his phone, bent to

The ground....

...Just then the tube pulled in,

And shuddered...

It's doors flew open;

The three hopped on...

Each person immediately flew

To opposite sides of their vessel...

Each island of a human

Vanished behind stubble, or

Pouting lips,

And drooping eyes...

What now led them to the station

When the crowd had fled the scene?...

This vacuum of incarceration...

Staring down through balance beams

Rats surveyed the three lost souls...

Faces mismatched in the gloom...

Alone...Not lonely...

Their fantasies continuing to pave their way...

What forbidden words would they have shared

To punctuate the pregnant stillness?...

It's not for you or I to say...

8/25/23

Bunny Villaire

Edir#2