Travels in the system

Under what wood?
what’s good?
it’s Wednesday
and
not the sort of day
to
make sport of.

I’m on my way
and there’s nothing
new in that.

Perhaps this collapse
will find a new galaxy
or just more burnt out
stars

Structures are the restraints
that hold me down
London Town being one of
them,
as
alien to me
as I am to myself.

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another carriage keeping me
alive until I arrive at my
destination

under which clock
at
what station?
and
that’s always the
question.

It’ll soon be
and what then?

I’ll answer that when
I’m sure.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.