We kiss as we step to the platform

‘Another Day In Paradise!’ a gent said to me,
Bloodshoot eyes grinning over, je ne sais pas, aujourd’hui.
Late, late, nugatory freight; Time, marker
Along tracks, rattle and thrash the last boneshaker.
Meanwhile, arms round each other, each other, each other,
And again. ‘Another Day In Paradise!’, he said
Smile cracked between us, sand strewn from trouser sleeves,
Circle lines severed by marks man made, next stop Gethsemane.
Dust gathered on the hallows, Time the great pretender
Arrested the circle, with stealth engendered,
Subverts the circle as a line, arms to order bend.
Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick,

Blue bar on red ring,
A simple mark of tunnelling gadlings.
One hundred and ninety three steps to station
Five meters under:
Six Foot’s foundation.

It’s getting late,
This is us.

WAY OUT →