Treasure Island

Luca Menin


Station


What comes in my mind?
A reckless feeling, that I cannot explain.
Water rain, grey sky.
Outside the door observing eyes.

Mechanical view.
Airplanes, hotels& bridges
On the morning station.

A crowd of people
Bees in the hive
Computers talking loud
Imagine TV, books review.
It may offend you.
Did you ever kill someone?
I don't shoot for miss.

Flocks of sheep with the monitor shaper.
Silent news papers
The last carriage, is the dead one.

Pigeons as a pet, looking at you from the steps.
Mouse in a railway forest
Hunter molests.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 04, 2012
Edited: Saturday, August 11, 2012
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