Sunday, December 13, 2009

Clean-up In The Rear!

'Please don't tell me that!'
He yelled
Just before he saw the spill
The spew of irresponsibility
Because that's life
And there's always someone else
To clean-up the problem.

He returned with his mop
Silently erasing the mistakes of youth
In it's quest
To constantly reverberate
It's perceived immortality;
He wiped it away
Chunks and splatter
A technicolor explosion
Making his dollar
In the after-hours of society
Silently
Saving the story
For the like-minded crew
At the other end of the platform.

He wiped it away
And within two stops
The train was crowded again...

She sat in the spot
Oblivious
To the past of that space
Her feet firmly planted
In my memory of the burst
And the pine-scented swoops
That faded as quickly
As the moment that produced them
Because
There will always be
Somebody else
To clean-up the consequences...
©2009clarencecbess

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