Ted Harris at the subway
Waiting for his abandoned train.
Cannot speak He is insane.
Was a constant fellow
With goals gleaming yellow
Now put on the shelf
Clinging to their health
Ted looks down upon chance of kissing his plans goodbye. Alone at last he is lost. Expecting none, and none given.
He searches for purpose in an instant, and in that instant becomes a guide, a father, and a destiny.
To a piece of trash.
A dented red bull can.
It blows in the artificial wind. Reflecting light light light. Making artificial echoes. For an artificial purpose.
A unlucky penny rests against the can. Stopping the bull from contouring itself.
Teds life will not stop, even if the world wouldn’t.
Ted is trash.
Ted is bull.
Ted is a bull.