DEPARTURES
You look straight through me
As if I wasn’t there
I walk straight past you
As if I didn’t care
Two bodies easing past each other
Both waiting for a train
One heading for oblivion
The other bound for Spain
TRAIN
BRIEF ENCOUNTER ON A TRAIN
Written yesterday – Sun 23th July – on a London-bound train
BRIEF ENCOUNTER ON A TRAIN
Blue-green compact
Hazel green eyes
She powdered busily
Then blinked in surprise
When I winked
Not once, but twice
The train rocked on
She powdered her nose
She looked at me slyly
But I feigned repose
She stuck out her tongue
And I winked once more
Then the train came to a stop
And she dived for the door
MARCHING
MARCHING
Hey, conveyor stop your motion
You tread on ice and leave an ocean
Once you lay in slumber deep
What was it that broke your sleep?
Standing on this moving shoal
I still can’t see my aging soul
Where you come from none can tell
Where you’re bound for must be hell
Did you, were you, will you, can you?
We in darkness bleed upon you
Babylon has come and gone
And still your engine thunders on
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