PhilLFM
10-15-2008, 01:23 AM
This is technically not a short story it was meant to be a poem but it kindof strayed from that, Basically it as an account of all the bus and train journeys i have taken this year, the people i have seen, observations, incidents etc. Let me know what you think its way more straight than the plane crash
I walk through the china town section of North Bridge, lifeless,
Brain simmering in alcohol, cigarette perched on my split lower lip.
Graffiti covered walls, a moon made of powder, smoke and clouds intertwined making it hard to tell which is which, as I peer up at the sky in a trance like state.
Cigarette ash imbedded in the cracks between the curbs.
A Woman on the corner smoking, waiting and hoping.
A bum in the alley way drinking, thinking and sinking.
I pass restaurants and cafes, zombies sat down to eat processed meat.
An old rich man with a young Asian bride, she smiles at her lover.
If you look close enough, for a split second you can see that hatred and disgust in her eyes.
I enter the train station, drunks and sluts laughing and falling over.
Hordes of them.
Suffocated.
I walk to the platform with my head down,
Sick, dizzy, tired and anxious.
I step onto the train next to a seat but decide to walk to the very back to sit where I can be alone.
Breathless,
I pull a beer from my bag and drink it down in one huge chug.
A tall skeletal Man wired from amphetamine gets on the train and sits next to me.
He tells me of the weapons and bombs he has been making, he makes me feel uneasy,
A serial killer waiting to happen.
I smile and say “Oh really… that’s great” at least 127 times.
I shut down my mind and eagerly await my stop or his stop.
He gets off at the same stop as I, of course.
He asks if I want to go smoke a bong with him, I refuse politely and we finally part ways.
In a bizarre way I actually feel lonely now he has gone.
I leave the train station and sit at my bus stop, enveloped by barbed wire and cheap walls.
I have no cigarettes so ask an Aboriginal man who I see smoking if he has any,
he hands me a rolling paper and a thimble of white ox tobacco, no filter.
I thank him and light up, he grunts and give me a shrug and sits down.
As I inhale it feels like the smoke has razors attached and is cutting me all the way from my lips to my lungs.
We begin talking and he tells me about his life, fresh out of jail for rape, looking for his ex girlfriend.
I hope he doesn’t find her but I don’t tell him this.
We shoot the breeze then my bus arrives and we part ways forever.
School kids litter the bus and I search for a seat with as much space away from them as possible.
A seedy old man is talking to a school girl, she looks frightened.
Time passes and the beast gets off the bus trying to get the girl to come with him,
She refuses,
He grabs her arm,
I stand up and grab his arm, pull it towards me then push him off the bus onto the concrete,
He lands on his back, the girl laughs.
I sit back down.
I get off the bus.
I walk through the china town section of North Bridge, lifeless,
Brain simmering in alcohol, cigarette perched on my split lower lip.
Graffiti covered walls, a moon made of powder, smoke and clouds intertwined making it hard to tell which is which, as I peer up at the sky in a trance like state.
Cigarette ash imbedded in the cracks between the curbs.
A Woman on the corner smoking, waiting and hoping.
A bum in the alley way drinking, thinking and sinking.
I pass restaurants and cafes, zombies sat down to eat processed meat.
An old rich man with a young Asian bride, she smiles at her lover.
If you look close enough, for a split second you can see that hatred and disgust in her eyes.
I enter the train station, drunks and sluts laughing and falling over.
Hordes of them.
Suffocated.
I walk to the platform with my head down,
Sick, dizzy, tired and anxious.
I step onto the train next to a seat but decide to walk to the very back to sit where I can be alone.
Breathless,
I pull a beer from my bag and drink it down in one huge chug.
A tall skeletal Man wired from amphetamine gets on the train and sits next to me.
He tells me of the weapons and bombs he has been making, he makes me feel uneasy,
A serial killer waiting to happen.
I smile and say “Oh really… that’s great” at least 127 times.
I shut down my mind and eagerly await my stop or his stop.
He gets off at the same stop as I, of course.
He asks if I want to go smoke a bong with him, I refuse politely and we finally part ways.
In a bizarre way I actually feel lonely now he has gone.
I leave the train station and sit at my bus stop, enveloped by barbed wire and cheap walls.
I have no cigarettes so ask an Aboriginal man who I see smoking if he has any,
he hands me a rolling paper and a thimble of white ox tobacco, no filter.
I thank him and light up, he grunts and give me a shrug and sits down.
As I inhale it feels like the smoke has razors attached and is cutting me all the way from my lips to my lungs.
We begin talking and he tells me about his life, fresh out of jail for rape, looking for his ex girlfriend.
I hope he doesn’t find her but I don’t tell him this.
We shoot the breeze then my bus arrives and we part ways forever.
School kids litter the bus and I search for a seat with as much space away from them as possible.
A seedy old man is talking to a school girl, she looks frightened.
Time passes and the beast gets off the bus trying to get the girl to come with him,
She refuses,
He grabs her arm,
I stand up and grab his arm, pull it towards me then push him off the bus onto the concrete,
He lands on his back, the girl laughs.
I sit back down.
I get off the bus.