Train sanitized, NO clickety-clack, shhhh the
small rocket went, horrible seats and people
enclosed like fish in a tin, no excitement, the
magic all gone, a small seat, a sanitized ride
so boring it feels like death, no romance with
railways left, no space in which to be a person
just a cardboard figure in an emptiness without
meaning or life, oh, what I would give for the
clickety-clack, clickety-clack, I HATE train
sanitized, I had to run up the down-escalator
to get to the right platform – if that horrible
dark passage with blue lights can be graced
with such a beautiful term….
[2 August 2014]
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