May 2014
Trains arriving day and night,no rest for me but I sleep light along the sidings,hiding dreams among the cracks between the rusted railside tracks.
Tracking back to sit inside,a cup of coffee split open wide will hide the stains that hide beneath the figure of the man.
The 10.27 can and will spill more than me upon this sea we call our land,I raise my cup to British rail it never fails to give a clue when trains arrive on platform twenty two.
I am blue with cold,my eyes feel older than my face,no lace in my right shoe,I do the right thing,slink and sink into the subway,underground the sound of night and day where only rats and madmen lay,out of sight and out of mind to leave the streets above unmarked,unlined as if these were the better times that we were fed upon,
but we're not gone or gone or gone away and you can say it,say it,say we don't exist,it doesn't make it true or so,so go and take your first class,second,third or any other class you may have listened to and never heard and remember this,
Trains arrive here day and night,some will make the grade others might struggle and yet others will juggle with life and longing and I'm not wrong in thinking that some of them will end up slinking,sinking under the sound,under the underground,hoping there's no one around to see them fail.
Only I and British rail will ever see,who will swim and who will be a footnote on the footplate in our history,a city write,another night and one more train arrives.
Tracking back to sit inside,a cup of coffee split open wide will hide the stains that hide beneath the figure of the man.
The 10.27 can and will spill more than me upon this sea we call our land,I raise my cup to British rail it never fails to give a clue when trains arrive on platform twenty two.
I am blue with cold,my eyes feel older than my face,no lace in my right shoe,I do the right thing,slink and sink into the subway,underground the sound of night and day where only rats and madmen lay,out of sight and out of mind to leave the streets above unmarked,unlined as if these were the better times that we were fed upon,
but we're not gone or gone or gone away and you can say it,say it,say we don't exist,it doesn't make it true or so,so go and take your first class,second,third or any other class you may have listened to and never heard and remember this,
Trains arrive here day and night,some will make the grade others might struggle and yet others will juggle with life and longing and I'm not wrong in thinking that some of them will end up slinking,sinking under the sound,under the underground,hoping there's no one around to see them fail.
Only I and British rail will ever see,who will swim and who will be a footnote on the footplate in our history,a city write,another night and one more train arrives.
