About the Poem
I commute to work everyday through rush hour London. This poem is about the mania of the early morning rush hour in a big city and what I see every day.
Rush Hour |
| by Mark Gamble |
| Red cages crammed through the streets Carrying suited stereotypes To official offices at which the officiate Cheery Children chirping in uniformed banter Monotone motors ripping the air. Subterranean caskets fly through tunnels Managerial morons fighting for carriage Halting and pushing, Ranting and raving Muted mimes play at their act in silent pretence Empowered electric's lighting the dark Iron Horses flashing by houses Bringing Business back to its heart Slicing through towns, commuters on its back Lovers lounging quietly in there own sweet sentiment Wild whistling waking the day Little coloured ants crawling the roads Conveying the family furiously slow Rolling on cautiously, coughing and spitting Buskers play their tunes in lonesome laments A brilliant ballet entertaining the sky. |
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cuthbert
It was really silly and lilly.
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