The Train Journey

Five, six, seven, eight...

Each different one, I count
Onto the train, I mount
My mind, a cacophony
My thoughts, a mystery
Rude riders, disjunct noises
In front of unheard voices
At the station, all getting on
Inside the tube, all getting thrown

All the keys played together
A spell of bad weather
Busy as bees, they run
A boy with an imaginary gun
Points his tree branch at me
I put my hands up and try to flee
The clock ticking loud
I feel squished and overcrowd

The noise vibrates through my bones
Rips the flesh with the chords of semitones
No space to manoeuvre and escape
My thoughts resisting taking shape
I stop, I falter
They slow down and saunter
Then everything doubled pace
I jump out the train, flat on my face

Passengers to and fro
Lost a long time ago
A cortège proceeded through the crowds
Trampling over bodies, accompanied by black clouds
I limp around in circles
Jumping over giant hurdles
Getting nowhere
Getting nowhere