"mind the gap please.. mind. the. gap."
between the footplate of a carriage
and the chipped concrete slab of a platform
could never claim my mind ..
yet the distance, loneliness, irony
trapped in a community of three hundred and ninety three, no, four,
sets of silent footsteps,
reluctantly intertwined in the atrium of Victoria's underground-
i cant say the same of these;
or of the interactive vapidity
every deflected glance on the tube reinforces
before finding solace
in some reflected darkness.
anonymous Christ-like announcer of subterranean zen,
I will mind it;
but it's not a gap.
Its a chasm.