Caveman’s Daydream September 10, 2008

09.10.08 misery carved into our faces we line the platform waiting for the train sunlight happily smiling down oppressive heat igniting humidity as we try desperately to look tortured to be alive. I look behind, down the terminal at the standing masses stretching for eons and see decrepit cripples clutching alms corpses rotting in the rain cadavers and bones strewn like Froebel gifts dust blasted by dry winds onto our granite slab receding into a shallow sea its frothy surf washing up the dead. the train arrives, the doors hiss open and choking on a sickly sigh take my step check my watch quartz hearts resonate with ours the door gulps closed and we depart.