The Passenger

She sits
immersed and oblivious
to those ones placed around her

Her face
sharpened and serious
her eyes draw into slumber

A refined brush of hair
curved skyward at each ear
her lips cut fine and smooth
caress her philtrum groove
my eyes her sight does sooth
as we sit still and move

~MRDA ~

(I wrote this on the train when I went to the Download Festival yesterday. I think motion activates the creative aspects of my mind and will; I started writing another piece on the train back too….)

About MRDA

The beast shouting "I" at the heart of the world. Alien misanthropologist in a homo sapiens skinsuit. Pass the wine and get out of my sunshine!
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5 Responses to The Passenger

  1. i know you probably aren’t posting this for the sake of critique, but either way i really like this poem.

  2. You have to post about download. Or Castle Donnington as I remember it being called back in the day. Personally I think Castle Donnington sounds way cooler than the Download festival…

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