Bubble
The Time Traveller
was animated
eyes burned brightly,
incandescent lights
in the lilies of
his face,
and was expounding
in his earnestness:
a recondite matter to us
in this after-dinner
atmosphere,
a paradox to our
lazily luxurious bubble
of free glasses.
Haves and Have-nots
Workers
the Have-nots
continually adapted
to the conditions
constituted as
to be miserable
and Labour there
getting ventilation to the
Haves
not suffocated
not rebellious
I love these found poems. The sound and feel of the words is enjoyable in itself.
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