Stand Clear
Take your pick
be anonymous
or muster up “hello”
Spinning through
this crazy machine
where people come and go
It’s okay
you may never say
a single word at all
The moments stall
leaving what you saw
there just beyond a wall.
The doors are closing now stand clear!
Hold them open or disappear
lost in words in headphone worlds
as bodies whirr parallel and perpendicular
sleepless and sleeping first stop last stop no stop
grab hold don’t touch don’t look be tough stay calm
be nice make friends have fun
Glide and screech
twisting, transferring
shaking underneath an immensity;
an atrocity
A marvel of ingenuity, persistence and scope;
and hope
Take your pick:
be innominate
or holler out, “Hello!”
At your stop
shuffle with the herd
(a) stairway to the top
beautiful and lurid,
the moment stalls
