Friday 14 January 2011

Waiting for a Train

"Security forces
will be on hand
to destroy
any unattended luggage."

(I can see them now,
in an inky room,
slurping tea and paper words.)

"24 hour CCTV
is in operation
for your own protection."

I look up at the eye
and it winks.

Moons orbit the platform,
a belt of yellow sunlight
divides it,
stray debris cartwheel
in a vacuum.

"We are sorry,
but the
twelve,
twenty,
seven,
train to,
Cardiff,
is delayed by approximately,
thirteen,
minutes."

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