At a busy business corner
In a hectic city
I sat and observed.
On the street I observed the yellow
Chris-cross patterns where cars don’t stop
And people dangerously rush across
As I continually observed and cars swerved.
A suited man with pink tie crossed as I could imagine
The jeep to match his tie. He rushed across with mobile
Attached to his middle ear and his lap top weighing
Him down. Alone he was running over the dead yellow
Chris-cross patterns resembling his soul, unnoticed,
Never exposed in living colour as we all rush to
Desire’s meeting place far away.
Straight in front of me was a telephone kiosk that said
Pay by coins or card. A heart walks never to stay
Or lay as a rock as lard drips off a rich man and
The poor man stares back like a skeleton trapped in
His bones. We’re all displaying a fever about nothing
As the soul unnoticed tries to find its way, always
Asking for something to say in the bend and wind
Of our life’s inhaling traffic and the wailing price
We have to pay to walk, run and talk
With our fellow man.