This is an impulsive poem I wrote today coming home on the subway after these described events occured. The square spoken of is Yonge and Dundas Square here in Toronto. I was killing time before an appointment. I present to you Killing Time (Time Genocide):
I took the subway to the square.
Shuffling through the CDs on the rack,
At the shopping center there.
The Beatles (The White Album) - $39
I don't think so.
I sat on a chair by a table killing time.
There was construction making noise.
I sat there - time genocide.
A woman tries to sell me on an event:
"God is going to show his power...
It's about Jesus."
A man loitering mumbles something about sardines.
And I can't see a single tree.
Very strong poem. It really captures the thoughts happening in one's mind when one is not really paying complete attention to their surroundings. It is a situation that anyone can relate to. Each stanza detailing an individual thought and really made me think about trying to concentrate more specifically on the little things going on around me the next time I'm out.
This is my favorite poem that you've posted so far on your site!