(20 minute poetry)

On the ride
underneath the underground
to or into a wonderland

'move down inside the cars'

cattle trucks without the bars
a wonder under ground indeed

I need a break

an arm will do
a leg or two
I
I
I neatly forgot the plot it almost had me in a spin
but jammed inside this travelling tomb there's hardly any room to swing a cat

HaHa

I remembered that was what my father used to say on a Saturday back in the day at the football match.

But this is no fun

No sun to see
no friendly faces
******* where there should be open spaces,

seats,
a sea
disharmony
blank looks
no books
only mobiles
trials and tribulation

dirt poor ventilation

Methinks this tube train stinks.

Shakespeare, had he not been dead would have said?

my kingdom for a horse, but of course he did say that,

I wonder if he ever swung a cat.

Gotta go
Loads to see
Tottenham court road
is calling me.

moving down inside the car.