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Date Added: December 01, 2005 18:12:46 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Thoughts Beneath London

How do you endure
The crushing indignity of tube trains;
The physical contact that in any other situtaion
You would shun;
And the silence;
The total lack of communication,
As if your minds were frozen by their very proximity?

What do you gain from the agony?
 Fashionable clothes,
 Well tailored suits,
Getting to work at nine and home again at six,
All the other insignificant details of living
With which you so greatly concern yourself.
Aren't you able to see the farcical fuitility?
Each morning long red monsters
Converging upon and devouring
Great portions of humanity
Only to reurgitate them in their cavernous lairs beneath the desert.

And then each evening at five-thirty
(Or five-twenty-five with lick if the manager's busy)
You go home;
Your haven from the world
And all its acutely serious problems.
Home to the comfortable paterns of television
Where beauty does not raise her awful head
And your brains at last
Can wither into a moist sponge
Free from thoughts that disturb
The puddle in which it lies.

Oh my lost friend
How you sadden me!
You were not made for this!
Life did not stretch its fragile hand
Down through aeons of time
To play this tragedy!
Your mind was not forged
By the painful process of evolution
To be faded by a train!

And if  you're still hiding behind your newspaper
Pretending not to hear -
Do not forget we must all soon die.

Author's Notes:
Written while working in the City of London on the Stock Exchange as a temporary Stockbrker's Clerk in 1968.


Another one from my pretentious period!
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeCindy Bendel on January 11, 2006 08:30:46 PM Report
WOW David...how true how true...i myself traveled from the beauty of my little island to the city, an hour's trip one way for years...last march i up and quit my job...i have not one day regretted this decision...it is then i began to write and find the passion of life in simple things. A wise and poignant truth you have given to us.
Excellent!!! Going to my faves as a reminder of the futility of such a life.

~Cindy




 


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