Friday
would be a good start to the week, a beginning in which we could peek into a weekend of leisure, pleasure or just treasuring the moment.

I'm getting cheesed off with the Jubilee, going from here to there
and not just to see how far it is.

A state of mind.

mine's in a hell of a state
can't wait for Spring to arrive
I might do a spot of cleaning.

All of a sudden this carriage is full
too many people with not enough pull
I include myself here
in case you think otherwise.

Lots of long faces facing long days of labour,
I'm facing him who looks like the grim reaper.

Polka dot hood man,
looking good man,
whatever floats his boat

She,
with the enormous
headphones on
looks to me like
a caricature of
Minnie Mouse
gone wrong,
but to her I could
look like cheese
all in the eyes of
the commuter
init?

memo,

omit the init later.

Tall man in front of me
counting the beads on
his rosary
but where does he begin?
and more to the point
where does it end?

Another man in combat gear
camouflaged?
I fear not.


Girls with pigtails,
hands on handrails
voices trail off,
but I am switched on.

The world in his suitcase
and
he's only going to
Waterloo!

Green fluorescent,
pre pubescent?
he'd have to be
to get away with
wearing that.

Sigh
stations pass by
another sigh.

The country's gone to ***
they're either smoking it
or
sitting on it,

Later

he lit a cigarette
took a vitamin pill
turned up his collar
against the chill
and forgot about
everything.