Commuter Poetry

4 crates of pitas in plasticwrap sit beside the entrance to Colbeh
Dewing in the morning mist, are these victims crying?
A Home-Depot-Expo-style brook babbles beside the crates
"It's ok," says the stream, "your owner will claim and stuff you soon!"

3 left turns out of the upper lot
Flummoxed commuters can't find parking
Shit.

Lumbering into the station 38 seconds late
It makes the terrifying sound of Captain Morpheus' Nebudchanezzar
Should I get on?

The train is a lavatory veiled thinly with cheap fragrances
"Uy I caahn't stajjnd it! Voh veh loh!"
Fatigue.

I'm still craving falafel.