Na/GloPoWriMo Day 16: Write a poem that uses the form of a list to defamiliarize the mundane.
Down to the tracks, rusty old bones
Each morning I ride them, with half open eyes
Sadly they bear me far from home
Purring in happiness the blue and green beast steals me away
All around the air is stale with heavy sighs
Iron and concrete unburied remains the air is stale are we all corpses?
Ride the monster twice a day, Despair the Commuter is my name.