Night falls, all city train ride, reading camus.

Rolling past with speed, out-there lie the cozy ‘burbs.

Little widows lit up in defiance of imminent alienation

Dinners being cooked, homework being done, lives being lived,

Inside the human soup tin, dreams, hopes, and fears become pensive stares.

No one says anything, like sentenced prisoners, we accept our fate

traveling nowhere with no intent.

Cape Town Station; “The Heart of Darkness”.

Commuters commute, taxi’s hoot.

Girl is cornered in the fire escape exit.

In the concealment of the dusk, only the neon lights illuminate this primeval mating dance.

The street scum homes in on its prey…

Not today.

So it seems

she rejects, he moves on.

onwards grinds the human machine.