For Hire-one seat seeking bums.

On a packed train,heaving bodies,stand face-to-face, facing the taste of breath,of each squashed up,sweet smelly bodies. On their way to slave work.

Every seat was taken.
Except,
For the one next to me.

No-one seemed to want to sit down.

At every stop,each passenger that boarded,
first looked at me,
then at the vacant seat.
Their bodies contorted,rigamortise

I began to wonder if it was me.

With my inquisitive broad nose.
(Inherited from my family.)
I delicately,With stealth like precision,
Dipped my nose into my armpit,
sniffing silently,as I journeyed.

I didn't think so. It wasn't  me!

Swiftly pulling away from my pits.
I felt a heated gaze on me.It was so penetrative,like a diseased virus.

Our eyes locked.
Mine,pleading for her to stop staring ,as her gaze was making me hot.

Her grimace said it all. With obvious discomfort,her staccato head,folliwed by her eyes,ran back into the arms  of her newspaper!

Thank Fuck for that!

In an act of anger and defiant paranoia.
I grabbed the handles of my black ruck-sack from the dirty floor,dumping it onto the,it's all your fault,seat.

And there it was again.
That hot,venomous heat. Slicing through my body,like a knife,on meat.

The stares of the disapproving compartnent.
Their framed disdain,eating away at me.

Not caring,I chipset under my breath.
My head,bobbing like a wave,into my book.

With David Bowie's "Star Man" turned up.
I closed my eyes,and thinked-

We're all human for God's sake.
Well,some of us!












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