8th October 2009

For one who smells heavily of smoke
And whether it be one who nudges their bag against me in order to annoy me further,
Quite a handful
Of smoke, of belongings,
Of fury entering my brain.
A continued whine of times long past,
A deafening sound.
Pieces of technology continue to surround me
In an army of people moving.
Why so, I… don’t know why?
I realise that the music plays no heed to my ears.