Peacetime
Top deck travelling,
hungover, my body absorbing
the bumps of the lazy road,
I encountered
a singular thought
which bounced about
the empty seats and chrome rails
before flitting through the glass
to another meeting:
Living in wartime would be
a welcome change.
Outre, the thought sourced
a stream of consciousness
which rusted the rails,
soaked the seats,
flooded a foolscap page.
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