Wednesday 23 July 2008

Travelling is fun.



Uprising

The anger of this man seethes through the wall I lean on
and the smack of his flesh on the vending machine
is powerlessness. He is contained only by the firm grip
around his wrists and, at his back, precisely chilled chocolate.

The soft glow of the machine is calming through mockery;
people gather, necks craned. Check him outs turn the hum
into accusation but he contains another uprising with the muscles
in his jaw. The security guard, bemused, repeats himself.

Unsure as to whether the lull is real, he does not let go.
The vending machine is tilted backwards with the weight
of two. The man, quiet now, still does not know what he wants.
I just got caught up, easy, easy. I'm all right. It's all right.

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