riding a night train thats too bright for the black estuary dark
i cant see the imported yaks
or the silver lakes
or the sagging cables looping
can only see mirror me
fractured and smeared and counting stops
and
the
smudges of passengers thumbing phones
or
talking about their evenings/been out in the london mass
'i’m drinking piss
like it’s a
beer stain!'
cries out a drunk
too close
to me
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