I deleted the previous poetry
didn't want you to see
what I write sometimes on
the jubilee,

this lines a bit quieter
than the Central,
but takes a bit longer,
nevertheless
I'll get there
just later.

for those or you
who
don't know me
count yourself lucky.

My fellow commuters and I
are only trying to get by,
note:
some of my fellows are females,

I wonder how many more
Stan's
live in Stanmore,
Kings in Kingsbury
Queens in Queensbury
or Will's in Willesden.

When I wonder too much or
too far it seems like each
passing star flashes past
me,
I wonder if I should delete
this poetry
wish for some clarity
beg for your charity
or go back to bed.


Lots of girls doing their make up
making up for lost time
faking it on the
jubilee line.

She doesn't think it's too
early to be drinking
Red Bull
I'm fairly certain that
she ain't going to fly

still trying to get by
and I'm not getting
no younger.