POETRY AND MOTION

Each year Guernsey runs an international poetry competition when a selection of the best entries are chosen to become part of our local Poems on the Buses project.
Successful poems are displayed on an interior panel of each of our thirty-three local buses for the enjoyment of visitors and commuters alike.
This year's competition judge was former Poet Laureate, Sir Andrew Motion, who included three of my poems in his selection. 
This is not the first time my poems have been successful in the competition, but to have a staggering three selected, a veritable hat-trick, is something well worth celebrating.
Here's one the the poems that made it this year.

PASSENGERS

One sits with headphones on, swaying.
One’s sending texts, hypnotically.
Another, eyes on his touchscreen,
tweets and re-tweets, robotically,
or unfriends unknown, online friends.
One takes selfies, narcissistic:
Me on the bus. Me looking cool.
Another’s going ballistic,
cursing her phone, quite unaware
of where she is, how she appears.
Like some new species, comatose,
that neither sees, nor smells, nor hears
the living world, they ride the bus,
detached from life, detached from us.

Fellow poet, Peter Kenny, beside my poem, The Exile, which was displayed last year.