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Game Designer
Sidewinds
People stand like reeds,
and move and sway.
To the wind:
They give way.
Unlike reeds,
which turn away:
this way and that,
and all throughout.
People,
stand side-winds.
And through their sides,
motion comes out.
Sidewinds,
is a term I made up.
it is: wind felt as those pass you by.
So they can fly.
Station to Station
Somewhere underground
a train pulls out, skids along.
Nobody passes through anybody,
because that’d be rude.
People sway and lean,
like a bowl of jello grass.
On the trailway of tracks
that tunnels through trash-loads of trash,
the track-eater thunders.
And a woman sneezes in German.
She goes: “Ich, ich, ich, ich, ich, ich, ich.”
And nobody moves.
And nobody speaks.
Everybody waits.
Like traffic cones, wrapped in cellophane.
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