Tuesday, September 24

The 6 Tracks That Stream Back n Forth

cut up the elevated
land; Over
iron fangs rushed by

quietest the most
far( DLR)
ghostly hovering;

Commuters against
sunny
windows cut teeth

of newspapers
an sleepy
hairlines; Sparks sperm

off the overheads,
fizz; I
cannot hear my music

Etta James singin
an all
so calm like alone;

Tonight the stars
of my
neighbours’ windows

twinkle bodyless
nursery
rhymes while below

the railway men
congregate
n laugh till morning.

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