Refractions
or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Public Transport
Constellations down the freeway
Undulating rows of red
The bus halts with everyone else
Nothing’s coming naturally
Stale air and stale light
Stale conversations too
Streetlights refract around your mouth
Nothing’s coming naturally
You speak of silt and loam through torque
Green algae washed by countless waves
Subtle hues at the end of the line
Nothing’s coming naturally
I leave your hands after that
For navy polyester seats
Pollock-esque to hide the stains
Nothing’s coming naturally
Ochre smog catches stars
Caldera around our platinum heads
Lets me focus on the page
Something’s coming naturally
My feet hit pavement second stop
And I’m bathed in LED’s
Cobalt logos awash my eggshell papers
Something’s coming naturally
About the Creator
C Hillier
Hauntological Baby
How, Too
Many people wonder how, too. You are not alone, and I am an expert. I will teach you how, too! First, you need to remit a small application fee and fill out an application describing the nature of your financial situation and how often payments will be made, as this will have great bearing on how well I teach you how, too.
By Harper Lewis6 days ago in Fiction
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