The rush of the elderly paralyses the worst of us
dreaming about ice floes
carrying throbbing varicose veins.
This started as a love parable you suppose.
I wasn’t trying to exterminate geriatrics -
no, swear this on the bible.
The thought of the King James edition and faults cries out:
Christian faith says love is all.
We are everything.
The insistent beeping doesn’t really represent the rhythm of our heart,
its calamity, disaster
unwatched, the line skews away from the creator’s pen.
Please, won’t you correct that assumption?
Blurred words are sounded through a cracked P.A.
till a train conductor goes ‘oh,’ and translates for the awestruck crowd.
There’s been times I was in that crowd.
Never alone, surrounded and stressed.
Tension can be calm in most situations when you are used to it.
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