Sunday 4 October 2009

beautiful findings



This was written on the shelter at my local train station, i love it because 1. its good, and 2. its not the normal 'dan woz ere 2000' that you normally get...or something of the like. so yeah, thought y'all should get a look.

''the last train is nearly due,
the underground is closing soon,
and in the dark deserted station,
restless in aticipation,
a man waits in the shadows.

his restless eyes leap and scratch
at all that they can touch and catch,
hidden deep within his pocket,
safe within a silent socket,
he holds a coloured crayon.

now from the tunnels stoney womb,
the carraige rides to meet the groom,
it opens wide with welcome doors
but he hesitates and withdraws,
tighter in his shadows.

and the train is gone suddenly,
on wheels clicking silently,
like a gently tapping litany,
and he hold the crayon rosary,
tighter in his hand.

now from his pocket quickly flashes,
the crayon, upon the wall he slashes,
deep upon the advertising,
a single worded poem, comprised of four letters.

and his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding,
at the poem across the track rebounding,
shadowed by the exit light,
his take near ascending flight
to seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night.''


sorry about the black highlighting..not sure why its done that?

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