A friend, I discover, also writes and, as it happens, rather well indeed. A hat tip to you Amaia.
Pestilent City!
Pestilent city!
Grey towers grow about us -
Flowers of winter.
Anais Nietzsche
British Rail Virgin
An amateur philosopher,
I think about hell and train stations.
Five letters –
Down,
Something you do
when you want to be heard...
Shout?
No, I can’t,
Even though the fat man
on the opposite seat is staring at me -
A sticker on the glass
Bans mobile phones and talking too loudly.
Anais Nietzsche
A Funny Old Life
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