Musings

Try to hear
above the din,
above patience
wearing thin...
The sound of
what we stifle;
of what we
inevitably drown:
is what holds us together
in this bursting-at-the-seams
lonely town.

**
Sometimes,
it just takes
a few strands of hair
going down the drain;
for mortality
to stare you in the eye.

**
Two dishevelled women;
one unblinking,
the other staring;
ogle and gawk.
Sitting opposite,
the well-dressed,
articulate 'gal'
forgets how to talk.