Page 28 - Demo

Bozo's Obstacle14Knowing How it FeelsSeeing him mutteringto himself, strainingfor words, deep in the Metro,I say, %u201cLook, I knowwhat you are tryingto say,%u201d and whispersomething patentlyoffensive. He smilesat the perfection,and shouts my words,repeatedly. Commutersscurry from his mania.I am swept upin the whirlwindand board the first trainarriving, obliviousto its destination. Silenceis momentarily restoredat the closing of the doors.In the car, my eye catches hisand he nods approvingly.I return the gesture.His voice now in mine,we rant to the trappedcrowd. Readily, they pick upthe mantra as the trainscreeches in agreement.