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[title] => Commute to Consume
[time] => 2012-11-04 04:39:43
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[bodytext] => It's high noon, the effulgent sun is sieved through dreamy, shapely clouds, forthcoming, guileless and brilliantly uncompromising. It beams down on sweaty car bonnets, and the lone bus commuter vaguely traces rivulets of steam rising from them from where she is vehicles wedged together impermanently like Lego bricks arranged according to a child's tottering whimsy, held together by the grooves known as a red traffic light. Green light, the bricks tumble towards different destinations, as the bus heaves an exaggerated, sonorous sigh reverberated by Commuter A - He has an aura of indigestion and a sour countenance. 'Looks like he's rushed through a week of starchy meals,' muses the lone commuter. Nothing like that would satiate her hunger, growing in audacity, gnawing at her stomach while emitting a wheedling growl 'What's my third meal of the day going to be?' She wonders. It's moving, breathing inconspicuous consumption not unlike Commuter B who surely heard the pleading growls but is oblivious to them. Like a ravenous river crocodile, his eyes betray his static presence, pulsing with alertness as he greedily stakes out his next meal, on Commuter C's SmartPhone screen. Wizened but not without wiles, Commuter C has laboriously downloaded an entire pornographic movie while his old wife was raucously arguing with the neighbours shoes spilling over to their doorstep or something to that effect Now he reclines watching screaming orgasms with the most nonchalant, stoic expression known to mankind. A mess of flesh, unwittingly shared with Commuter B, the cheap bastard. Unknown to both of them, they've missed a free show, amateurishly staged by Commuter D and his gormless looking female company Commuter E looks utterly washed out but gives them her unflinching glare of disapproval so resilient, Righteous Queen of the Crossed Arms. friend of Commuter D glances around self-consciously but resumes clumsy, puckering activity getting a room's too expensive and mom is at home. And Commuter F, Oh, grotesque Commuter F pudgy with a popped collar head retreating into his shoulders obnoxiously gabbling over his cellphone repugnantly imposing his insider knowledge on the property market cussing over where to meet for lunch spittle hitting the window screen, he spreads his legs wide, the King of Cellphone Bravado, and the Lone Commuter jerks in disgust as she feels the heat emanating from his chubby, probably dimpled thighs. Averting her detailed bus inspection she props up her leg against the front seat and looks out the window into the sun a million wants under the same sky against a backdrop of towers 'Hmm, bridges connecting buildings are really trendy these days.' [comments] => 1 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 43 [informant] => CARAAAAA [notes] => CARAAAAA, please note that duplicate / multiple postings of the same poem are not allowed. Please, before posting your edits, have the original removed or edit the original. See site help or FAQ. Thank you. Moderator_18 Nov 4, 2012 (The original posting has been removed) [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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