The journey begins as
most journeys do
waiting to see
who
runs for the train,

she's missed it again
for the third time this week.

We're filling up rapidly
they're looking at me
I'm looking at them
but
in silence.

Asian girl with purple hair
which I'm guessing isn't
her natural colour,

two Russians
Prussians ?
blue with the cold.

Woman on tip toes,
I imagine
pince-nez on the end
of her nose,
schoolmarm like.


It's Canning Town,
I could change here
for the Docklands Light,
one day I might
but not today.

On the way there is
the same as on the
way back

it's only the direction
that changes
and the time
and the weather
and
the Sun's position

lots of things change
I can see.

Sidetracked?
it's a knack
you either have it
or you want it.


she's wearing a
Roxy rucksack?
does it play music?


Too early to ramble on
too late for Tramadol
swallowing some Seconal
going back to sleep.



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