Friday, 20 April 2012

Journey (Day 20)

Our train froze down a tunnel
Sucking sweets
Before spitting them back out
And crunching them across the tracks
So it sounded like broken conkers.

Our train disappeared
With stiffened red curtains
Blowing in the darkness
Like a door minus it’s hinges

And the air smelling pepper
Before choking out soot
And down our walls
Like it was holding onto the sky

Asking you to wait behind the line
While dancing on diamonds

As the journey home
Never felt more far away.  

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