the grey cage
March 15, 2019•85 words
the pale light of the subway car
rinsing the color from my eyes
on another commute
to nowhere
just more empty theatrics
sitting here
side by side with them
all of us dressed up
like we're going somewhere
doing something!
thinking the next stop
might bring us to life
must look our best!
but it isn't at the next stop
it isn't waiting there
like pet birds
marvelling at the shiny trinkets
in a cage of concrete and steel
this comfortable life
this comfortable life