WIP
First Class Journey to London
Click-clack,
click-clack
No reading,
no writing
Three hours
of sitting
Embalmed in
comfort
Tracks
clicking
Click-clack,
click-clack
Night
journey, no windows,
Marked out by looming signal boxes.
And the length
of the land
Flashing by
unseen. Click!
Click-clack,
click-clack
Bright
lights, big city
Beckoning
Tracks
clicking.
23RD
December 2014
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