I'm slouched in the corner of a double train seat
arms folded round my belly
don't know why I stand in the aisle and watch myself
it's that blend of bad diet & emotional pain
cream-topped with brain work
that turns physical
misunderstood lines / books / songs / voices
mixed up, applied liberally
Grab my bag
go down to the vile toilet
then sit somewhere else
Only a train ride
a Valley Lines Senior Railcard half-price return ticket
reading Glück, Graham tomorrow, Burnside day after
a schedule, to stop questions
so therefore, not random
~ ~ ~
Can't remember his name
but I think he was Swedish
not that that is in any way pertinent
He bought a house in Cymmer
and we went round for a meal
and sat upstairs
except there were no stairs
and no chairs
just a floor
and a ladder
and there were no walls
more of a suspended platform
rather than a floor
if you wandered near the edge
you could plummet 12 foot
After further thought
I now think he was German
not that that is in any way pertinent