check square hair and plastered side partings
in
the
night window/marsh and yaks outside
four-shoe girls scream
when a superdry bodywarmer with a brown takeaway bag
catches
them
pissing/they never pressed LOCK
wobbly blonde announces to everyone
that the facilities are awful
that the toilet wont flush
that theres piss on the seat
and
so
on/they never press FLUSH
looking like he escaped from an 80s rap video
tall-haired boy
touches
his
clothes
the whole journey/fingers his brown elbow patches
on
a
denim
shirt/has only the top button fastened
grobby roadie wears huge ID
plays
with
two ipods wearing fingerless gloves
at my station - Fuck Town
pink shirt office boy holds onto two
plastic bags
like theyre land bound lifebelts
gets off and walks the wrong way up the platform to nowhere
girl with olivia newton legs and ladies tattooed on her feet
breaks a wide smile
and
when
a
forty-plus bicardi bird falls out the train in a summer dress
(surrounded by her coven
who express
sympathy/concern/disgust/embarrassment)
her smile
grows
wider/'good here aint it?' i say
and
she
says
laughing that she just wants to go and 'noodle up in bed'
she tooters home on tall pink heels
dancing round
all
the small
puddles
peppering the torn tarmac of Fuck Town
i walk home two miles in the soft rain
wary
of the hoodies mumbling
in
the bushes
wondering why i dont hail any of the passing empty cabs
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