London Underground: Illusion and tragedy

Yes! I'm the first
To step off the train
Will I reach the way out?
Or shall I refrain?

Wow! I am there!
At the foot of the stairs
Do I dare
To step on the empty escalator?

Do I risk the run?
To tread with my feet?
On the virgin, moving iron?
Before the crowd hit on it?

Oh my God! Yes I did it!
My heart skips a beat.
I smile. I breathe deep
I am standing on it.

But no! My joy is short lived
Simultaneously shot
By a thousand more passengers and..
I reached the top!

(Inspired as I walked on the tube, London. (c) John Torquil, March 2010)

Watching at Victoria Station

Petite faces
Gentle faces
Structured faces
Yes
Open minds
Closed minds
Structured minds
adddress
Dandy moods
Blind moods
Lifeless moods
Chess
Them of many faces
Or arms and lifeless traces
Humanity in chains
Or free
Dig deep
For me

Fine beauty
cheekbone face
lips that lead
or empty trace
departs to many destinations
flowing past in castellations
Like my thoughts

east me says the snack bar
Buy me, to the right
Tall or slim
Small or thin
Fat or trim
Benevolent
tardy
malevolent
grip
to each my
sharp mind stakes
Watching at Victoria Station cappucino place.

(c)John Torquil, 2002

Small Headed Man

This man
Small head.. sits near
He's on the small station platform
Small head but Body tall!
Disproportionate? yes
Right here?
Tiny head, normal teeth
Tiny mouth, standard feet
By a head shrinker was hit
But they missed the major body bit
And got the head
Instead
And he's not dead!
Did he come upon some sprinkling dust?
And spread it on his cranium - trust?
Was it lust
For a small headed girl?
Why'd it happen?
come on tell me oh you tiny headed man!

(Copyright (c) John Torquil, 2008 - at platform, London Bridge Station).