incomplete Dream
They plug in their convenient iphone headphones, bose or beats for optimal background noise cancellation, open up the current times to the plight of a world far away, dig in to a hardback of bestsellers like Stephen King or my personal favorite James Patterson. I have to say fuck the new thrifty Kindle, and ipads making it harder to sneak a preview of what could be a new read. Eyes meet and shift darting from tit to ass to bums; the lucky bums who never have to worry bout seating arrangements, taking over entire carts till billyclubs crack already broken crowns fulfilling weekly quotas. This wild but underground community rushing pushing judging never truly listening speaking or hearing except to the lifeless automated voice of order “The next stop on this number 2 express train is “The never before televised Revolution”…, Stand clear of the closing door please (Free Doom).
