choo choo and choo..
on london trains..
never must we eye
other sets of seated/ standing eyes..
your eyes on my eyes on your eyes..
on any london train..
in fact
syncing eyes with almost any fellow commuter
is the worst thing anyone could possibly do
it might be construed deeply intrusive
an astonishing invasion of personal space
so even the gentlest graze of a glance
might slam open the directed face
rating a serious violation..
choo choo and torrid choo..
i wonder..
should we all go cross-eyed
make intimate visual contact only with ourselves
would that be a workable compromise
a considerate corrective
the cross-eyed collective as self-transfixed mystics..
dead air conditioner
hums its cool dust-powdered onyx rays
woooahoooh..ooooowh..eeeerrrrhh..
walk-through capsules for swaying sentinels
undertow-trundle the serpentine..
and a few mouths..
eagerly seem to respond to ear-talking-hands
glowing auditory pareidolia
other mouths vape battered chicken wings
revolving machine teeth munch guillotined
chemical vat-flesh fried wet
seed oil slick soggy-crisp
yummy..
imagine this..
if we all sat on the roof of the train
especially during spring or summer days
might we allow ourselves eye contact
just before we all get electrocuted..
though risk averse
we could let our guard down just this one time
warmly smile at one another
for collective impending death
though in some ways bad
could be utilised as a fantastic icebreaker..
i might say to you
ah..it looks like we are all about to get frazzled..
and you might nod with a friendly smile and reply
..well it is a lovely day for it..
we might even momentarily
connect with wrinkled eyes
the sweetest hello goodbye
and in the field of human nature
our faith will be somewhat restored
poignantly oscillating between two points alighting..
