(20 minute poetry)
Yellow lines
stand behind them
mind the tube train
over and over again
the parrot squawks
it talks of dangers
electrocution
warns of imminent
prosecution
don't feed the birds
are words just
words to me
keep clear
let passengers by
why don't they try
to be
anything other than
the
same old
me, me, me?
pass me an anorak
there are
rainbows
set in the track
and a *** of gold
down at Old street.
A blonde who's seen
better days
plays harmonica
it's stairways
we fall
or we rise
the sight of poverty
in many eyes
and the tube trundles on
the parrot longs for greenery
I long for some scenery other
than this.
and a carousel ride
around which I could
hide
these thoughts
fellow passengers look blank
they've got the tube to thank
for that.
bewildered in a wilderness
looking for union or
congress
a meeting of minds.
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 6:52 AM UTC
(20 minute poetry)
Yellow lines
stand behind them
mind the tube train
over and over again
the parrot squawks
it talks of dangers
electrocution
warns of imminent
prosecution
don't feed the birds
are words just
words to me
keep clear
let passengers by
why don't they try
to be
anything other than
the
same old
me, me, me?
pass me an anorak
there are
rainbows
set in the track
and a *** of gold
down at Old street.
A blonde who's seen
better days
plays harmonica
it's stairways
we fall
or we rise
the sight of poverty
in many eyes
and the tube trundles on
the parrot longs for greenery
I long for some scenery other
than this.
and a carousel ride
around which I could
hide
these thoughts
fellow passengers look blank
they've got the tube to thank
for that.
bewildered in a wilderness
looking for union or
congress
a meeting of minds.
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