(20 minute poetry)


The angel train
on the track once again
running at six fifty two
yet
serenity disturbs me
angels perturb me
what can a poor sinner do?

I stare into a night full of demons
but am careless with thoughts

and there will be
because it is so
someone who'll find me
somewhere to go.

Down in the dungeon
I hear the chains rattle on
walls that are covered
in blood soaked graffiti.

The twenty first century
why bother to mention me
why
not forget?

I **** on a Zube
( no one remembers them )
stuck on the tube

this is like being in the Co-op
awaiting the vacuum
to pluck me up to some
dark starlit back room
but
It's not
It's Thursday on the railway
going my way?
I hope so.