Beautiful Fox

Fox sat on morning street
Alert, still seeking food to eat
Onto his path I dare to tread
To work, just risen from my bed
Dawn just passed, light so low
He sits, watches me come and go
He moves his eyes, nothing more
He will this human threat endure
He’s anxious, panicked, set to run
Timid, nervous, in the rising sun
He foraged food was set to rest
Before this last commuter test
I see his peace and feel his calm
How could anyone do you harm?
Mr Fox, sleep well, live long
To this street we do both belong
Slowly I pass, a change of shifts
Beautiful fox my spirit lifts

Dance not Trance

Locked faces on static seats
Sounds and motion but no beats
Rigid lines file into tube and train
Dead eyes, doing it again and again
Grey sky, grey suit, grey head
Heart asleep and body dead

Roll the menu, pick a tune
Feel excitement, it’s coming soon
Stream online, mind awake
Smile widens deep breath intake
Soul jumps as the base pumps
Closed eyes see golden skies

Toe taps, head shifts, hands play
There’s nothing you can’t do today
Raging crimson against commuter lull
Alive, given up to the music pull
Break the mindless trance
Grasp this salvation chance
Dance, dance, dance

Loves himself

Professional. Not a hair out of place
Clean shaven, moisturised face
Suit, shoes immaculate state
In a hurry, don’t make him wait
Branded bag, branded belt
Expression like it’s you he smelt
High end watch beyond his means
First sign all is not as it seems
Second glance. Cheap shirt
No coat of any particular worth
Wannabe banker wanting more
A mini masquerade but what for?
Looking for status, copy their style
Sounding strong; empty all the while
Stand tall on the tube. Confidence exude.
A polished shell with everything to prove.

Love Spoken

We part for the day,
Take care, have fun,
We say.

Spend our time apart,
Good luck, safe journey,
Comes from the heart.

Trust my troth to others,
Miss you, kiss kiss,
Is all one mutters.

A last look, stored to last,
I love you my love,
Enough, until this day is passed.

The Woman with the Dragon Tattoo

Quiet contemplation, relaxed, at peace in a book
Cardigan, reading glasses, not worth a second look
No threat, no disturbance, nothing out of place
But for her there’s someone else under the surface

She’s not smiling but in the morning people rarely do
She’s looking ahead but it feels like she surveilling you
A second glance and her book is “the art of war”
Double take and you’re not sure what she’s here for

It’s hot and so she rolls up her cardigan cuff
And reveals her alter ego just enough
To see in ink, the scaled snout aflame with fire
The eyes of a dragon raging full of ire

At her neck the line of her blouse
Reveals more scales, the tattoo housed
This quiet librarian lady, meek and mild
Is emblazoned, embodies a creature wild

Where then does this fantastic beast roam
What is she like when set free at home?
No one else sees this lady’s darker side
The powerful carnivore she hopes to hide

Morning love

You’re my fascination
My goal on waking
Dark brown comfort
Stops me shaking
We walk hand in hand
Journey to work together
There to energise and remake me
Everyday, no matter the weather
It started with a kiss
Lips melded onto plastic lid
Grateful to get my hit
This is my caffeine love

Tube Surprise

Human haze,
Tube packed,
Commuter daze,
Spaces stacked,
Rumbling progress
Grumbling mass
Station after station
Rolling past
Then stop.
Doors open
Shining light
Smiles abound
Like day from night
A swish of hair
A quiet look
She enters
Ground shook
Corner rail
My hand by hers
Raging thoughts
Love whispers
Phone immersed
Hidden eyes
My waking dream
Tube surprise.

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