QUICK QUICK SLOW
While
running backwards into danger with a stranger by my side I tried to hide behind
a ranger who was several metres wide I'd slide my feet to guide me sweet from platforms seven eight nine ten but I should worry that my hurry wouldn't summon up the strength at length I’m calling falling forward
during rush-hour on the tube a cubic yard from guard to exit though it’s hard
to judge perspective next it’s up the escalator with a traitor from Jamaica our
creator Mother Nature and a Japanese translator...
-Meanwhile-
A thousand lifetimes
later in a distant galaxy with scratch-resistant gallantry I’m courting
fourteen different girls with curls and ringlets braids and tassels scarlet
ribbons in their hair I swear I've died and gone to heaven I've got seven
brides on one arm seven sisters on the other lists of lovers everywhere it’s there the bubble bursts I curse my luck and gaze up into outer space the race
is on I’m sprinting faster hinting I'll avert disaster cast a glance from left
to right I’m asking can I sight solutions or infusions weak dilutions of
insipid executions of a concept in my mind……but it’s...
one step...
at a time…
and I’m back…
on Euston station…
...hesitation…
realisation...
as the train… ...
draws… … ...
to… … … ...
a… … … … ...
halt… … … ... … …!
Dead good! Reads like a speeding bullet train! Love the steps at the end too.
ReplyDeleteCheers Andy... It came to me in a dream... literally... ...!
DeleteJust had another butchers at this one, The steps look like two escalators, one going up, one going down. Maybe you could incorporate this into your Bus collection somehow.
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