fading in
and
out
at
bank
thick hair
(laughing)
to brown
brogues
return to
whatever hellish pit
you came
from
walking
around in the daytime
dressed in
silk
dressing gown
and leather
gloves
moorgate
red light
train stops
- thank god
noise /
hisssss / swoooooooosh
doors open
souls out
and in
doors close
silence
move m
e n t
a g a i n
thick hair
loves attention
we’re
trapped
in his
theatre
his
coliseum
his prison
should I
marry a
s
l
i
m
degree
educated english woman
or a fat
smelly polish girl
brown
brogues
false
laughs
squealing
brakes
then old
street
i leave
them to it
posh
f**kers
[‘Overheard on the Northern Line’ was inspired (they will hate me for saying that) by two of my favourite poets: Baz Weldon and UV Ray.]
[‘Overheard on the Northern Line’ was inspired (they will hate me for saying that) by two of my favourite poets: Baz Weldon and UV Ray.]
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| Overheard on the Northern Line - Is that DC in the background? |
Not at all. I am flattered. I really like this poem.
ReplyDeleteIt actually reminds me of Ray Hollingsworth. If you haven't read it I recommend his book, The Erotic Cafe.
Many thanks UV. I've just emailed my local book shop to get the Ray Hollingsworth recommendation.
DeleteThis is a rather interesting poem, I liked it.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading and leaving a comment.
DeleteI like it and the way you designed it to look. Great photo too, yours?
ReplyDeleteHi Sub, yes I did take the photo (ages ago) and played around with the colour a little. Thanks for visiting and leaving a comment.
DeleteSometimes there's a perfectly good reason to walk around in a silk dressing gown in the daytime, you know. Maybe it was Laundry Day?
ReplyDeleteGreat imagery.
Hi Nessa, I know the conversation they were having was mental. Honestly it was like something from a film. Thanks for reading my post and leaving a comment.
DeleteIncredible!
ReplyDeleteYou captured the rhythm of the subway perfectly, that jostled, brokenness that's in the tube, little sketches of info thrown around and some caught through the roar.
I wish I could write poetry that well, I'd be doing much more of it if I wrote like that!
Hi Sydney, Thank you very much for your kind comment.
DeleteOf course, speaking of trains, one that made me laugh many years ago was an announcement from the driver:
ReplyDelete"Sorry for the delay in departing ladies and gentlemen but some twat has got his hand stuck in the door."
Ha! This does remind me of Hollingsworth....i really like this...as for the uv ray comment that is hilarious and reminded me of a train driver a few years back who left his mike on and must have had some anger issues..at one stage when we pulled into a station he mumbled....'oh great, a bunch of fucking children'
ReplyDeleteit was then he realised the PA was still on by mumbling 'oh shit' then 'sorry ladies and gents, ive had a helluva week'...
Loving the "tube voices", yes voices on the tube have a very particular sound and timbre
ReplyDeleteGreat poem Dicky, descriptive but uncluttered :)
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