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Sittin on my bunk,

I wish I were drunk:

as I stare at four walls

and a po

oh...

How I wish... this Life of mine

were out on video, then

I'd press fast forward,

eighteen moon or so...

to an open gate..

where I know my friends

will wait...

But instead...

all I have, is four walls

and a po...

I have no beer,

no fields of green

just... four walls and a po.

Oh...

How I wish this Life of mine

were out, on video...

As the fellow ahead of me stares at his Twitter feed, the man behind him and to my right and sitting in the window seat, has thumbs that dance over the keys of his mobile phone, as the fellow to my left and across the compartments aisle watches the young woman enter the train. She has short fifties-style biker jacket and zip-up boots and blue denim jeans, cut so short that the front pockets had been neatly stitched up, and she had black Betty Page style hair, worn with black plastic wraparound sunglasses with quite large lenses & bright scarlet lipstick on moist lips, that open a touch as she sucks at the tip of her right thumb, deep in thought. The doors close and as she stands and, finds her stance, he and I share a glance and a light smile, as he reads my thoughts and, I read his…

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NellMorgan
02:09 May 06 2013

Very cool.

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A postscript in subscript

lay at the bottom of the

page, explaining of the time

in rhyme, of cheesecloth;

Ahley & Simpson and shoe

shops called Timpson; with

colourful tie-dye tee-shirts,

posturing and preening from

the boys, who saw the time

on the dancefloor as a tool

to bed, not wed and, the pill

was a novelty still. And having

finished my hot milk, thinking

of times passed, I went to bed,

thoughts of Lenin in my head.