Table for Two

I went to dinner last night
Good conversation
Nice service
Decent food

Yet something was missing
Something deep
Sliced right down the middle
Like a canyon
Perhaps even the Grand Canyon
You reflected off the water glasses and windows
You bounced from table to table
Easily gliding from conversation to conversation
The patrons smile playfully

They toast you
You have won
Congratulations

To All Trains

I watch from the street level
The sign reads, “To all trains.”
So many people
Walking down the stairs
Boarding the trains
Leading the way
1970’s commuter vessels taking them back to their shitty lives
Where are they going?
Why do they go?
The sad part is:
Do we even care?

I can’t say I do.

Most of them are ugly and insignificant certainly to me, if not to the world

Why are the masses so unattractive?

In fifty years they will be dead
In fifty years the trains will still pull out of the station

Hauling new carcasses to “new and improved” shitty lives

In fifty years I will be older than shit and probably dead too.

So many people

The idiot masses

“Boarding the trains”

Shopping at Ikea

Buying flat screen televisions on credit

Making babies

Filling their Ikea home entertainment furnishings with framed ultrasounds of their unborn mess

Future carcasses to fill the trains

A lifetime of shit

A world of mess

Fertility disturbs me the most

Today I am going to walk