Wednesday, 14 March 2012

Just by chance

Drive a train over the track jumper jumps ain't coming back
through the tunnel, light isn't red, steady speed, station ahead
round the bend into the light, passengers move back, mainly in fright
one stays steady looking left, toot the horn, leaps to his death
onto the front hit the screen, then under the train with a scream
feel the crunching off his bones, no return for young Tim Jones
nightmarish dreams, eyes still look, into the mind, the driver spooks
three days spare, then back to the tube,driving the train misunderstood.
memory fades in some time until another one under, is on the line.



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