Regulators
The old train station regulators --
Now, they were accurate! We all
set our watches by them; the morning
rush. The evening rush, more resembling a
muted hush, but conditioned movement
was the same, though a bit less vigorous.
A man next to me, on the commuter
platform, had a small stuffed dog under
his arm, cute with a ribbon. Daughter's
birthday perhaps? Stuffed animals. I thought
of Pavlov -- how did he conceive his
experiment! On a train platform? At
the office coffee pot? At Saturday
night theater, on line~ Ticket please!?
No one gets in without a ticket. Heaven's
gate, did you do enough good deeds? Deeds,
sort of just more numbers. Teams, soldiers,
on the battle field we are all unknown, conveniently
enemy.
At the movies, candy, popcorn, soda...A giant dog
telling me, please be seated, open your mouth
on cue~ chew, but quietly, so not to disturb the
others. Other's...brothers and sisters...we sort of
lose our names in society: parishioners, clubs,
crowds, peoples of many sorts. Does God really
speak to me, or more of a recorded message?
Ladies and gentlemen! -- we presume of course,
before knowing. The day's show, again
about to begin.... My alarm clock, will wake
anyone. No name when I purchased it.
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