Chicago Place 3

There is the sound of the train
which screeches alongside its rails.
There is the sound of people talking.
There is the sound of people’s clothing rustling.
There is the sound of people’s actions
Which speak louder than words.
I hear the sound of the trash receptacle door swinging.
I see the lights illuminating the room.
I feel the instability in the room.
There is the sound of cars going by
Thinking about the individual lives of the drivers as they go by.
I see people smoking cigarettes
Wishing I could smoke one too.
Thinking and knowing how bad it is for the body
Which is redundant to the fact that I smoke.
I hear the sounds of people walking.
I see the places they have been through their eyes.
Eyes.
Tell a story all in themselves
Emotions.
Illuminate through people’s bodies
Like the smell of liquor in someone’s clothes.
After all of this one thing can be said
Many of these actions of the people I have described
Have been witnessed through other eyes.