Roy went an extra mile last week
while traveling from Stoke to Leek
by high-speed rail (First-Class, off-peak).
In truth, a little more;
It was an extra sixty-three
he ended up in Oswestry;
decided to explore and see;
He’d never been before.
He saw the castle and the keep;
It is one way to travel cheap;
to board a train then fall asleep;
(the secret’s not to snore).
The door closed behind me
With a sharp, curious noise
I was looking bluntly….
Actually, looking for nothing.
Conversations, simple, formal
Some cliched paperwork…
I was feeling sleepy, kind of numb
Racing thoughts, awkward silence.
Window glasses, scattered raindrops,
An epic view of an off-peak outside world….
Where, at night, the street lights create an illusion,
A very mystic dream of life.
Beautiful faces, smiling, inspiring…
Through a gradual sense of solitude, loneliness.
In poems and prayers; in pieces of personal notes…
In songs of angels, demons and a leftover.
It's a good day to die - aren't they all?
planted this evil seed;
scrawled the note on a Get Well Soon greeting;
ink or blood?
Doesn't matter, suppose it
should...really.
One magpie is all that's
ever been seen;
years wasted scoping
barren terrain
for one more for joy.
For a sign of hope...humanity
Only bad omens beat
lonely wings;
it's cold, man, cold
and really old really quick.
No more dreams of cabbages
and kings and...tender things.
No afterlife, please,
no backwater channel resurrection re-run;
no off-peak reincarnated repeat
of what has gone before.
Once was enough;
how could that hell be endured...anymore?