On a daisy train
curling southwards
hung with industrial injuries
graffiti’d ghettos
and hacked off cityscapes
I want to hold the hand
of a mobile tragedy
who melts down a tissue
with catastrophic tears
over a spilled life.
Prospectors in shiny shoes
and trousers with ears
talk down marriage
berate chicken nuggets
and disturb sensibilities
pausing only briefly
as a ticketless traveller
is discreetly sidelined
and conducted towards
a less selubrius journey.
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Amazing! Its realy captivating. I love it 🙂
Truth stranger than fiction. Thank you