Crushed in the corridor, swimming in smoke.
Broken leg, aching head — tried polite conversation in braille.
Broken French.
Though my friend chews his garlic, he’s dead from his head to his sandles.
I tore at the handle and we came to a shuddering stop
And we toppled like domineos,
Swallowed the hot tide of bread crumbs and cheap wine…
The cavalry dived into action with batons… knives…
They gave me a fine, ripped the shirt off my back,
Threw my case on the tracks —
Saw it smashed to a fragmented mess by the midnight express to Atlantis.
OO-OO.
A manifestation of pure liquid light.
Never stops at the stations, it flies overnight as we crawl in a circle.
The sinks overflow. All the windows are closed
And the ape on my shoulder’s overdosed.
He rattles a can for some change
Then he rolls over in pain and wraps his legs round my ankles.
I try to complain…
All I want is a coffee and GET OFF THIS TRAIN!
OO-OO.