.
I sigh.

Tuesday, my
Seventh day
But not in a week
Parrot talk
Not for the meek

Hustle and push
I get on the train
What need is there
Really
For me to refrain?
Get off to purple steps
And arrowed red pipes
The man again he sings
Of life's thwarted maps

Standing, I wish for rain
Sitting, I wish I'd lain
Time crawls
But leaps over puddles
It's finally nine, oh!
The booth is but rubble

In all the hustle
My conciousness drowned
Like all the other mannequins
Standing around
When to stop, I want to get to
Holland V
Asks one from over salty waters
To another entirely
And equally - lost

Alight here, I said
The other mannequin quietened down
With his frizzy head
Turned to the ground
Lost, really
In his own crown

Our sleeves talk
But he won't remember me
Like I do him
In this crowded world
He didn't move me
Just refreshingly quiet
In our shouting world
I sigh.