Eyes tip-toeing over
flotsam of sleeping habitat
to the hills that follow
This is closest we ever get to foreplay
nests her head on my shoulder
I imagine we’re lost in the country
no land, no landmark
only black and solid hills as compass
like walking through black
and white grainy cine film
Reel to reel, hand in hand
twenty-five frames per second,
pray tell the Gods of Silence
that hands between your thighs
is more hushed than branches breaking
The moon remains aloof
silver spinning disc
circling humanity,
ellipsis eclipse of desire o’er reality
and then…
She lights a cigarette
ashen, pallid, steel wheels
turn and light the funeral parlour
The next departure is my arrival
it’s the longest journey home








Love the feel of this. Reminds me of this song by S&G…..https://video.search.yahoo.com/search/video?fr=mcafee&p=poem+on+the+underground+simon+and+garfunkel&type=E210US752G0#id=2&vid=6df47f303922526d0faa70e1eaeed172&action=click
Thank you J. Flattered. Song is universal.
Work this out. I’m Welsh first, British second and my beautiful Dad was English. We’re a complicated bunch across the Atlantic. I stand against the heinous Empire and her jingoistic bs. Other than that, I’m very easy going. Lol. This song / anthem is central to my poetic heart. Subtitles are provided!
https://youtu.be/fkBQAvAFjus?si=uGVMbmmrfHgP3ZPn
Thank you for sharing your song.
This poem is beautifully vivid and cinematic. I love how you blend the quiet of the night, the train platform, and motion with personal reflection. The imagery of film and landscape creates a strong, lingering atmosphere – really well done.
Thank you – or ‘Diolch’ as some say in my homeland. I’m just a metaphor whore really, who finds catharsis on the release of life onto keyboard.
you are a very passionate lover I can tell I’m telling you ths as I blush I know I’ve known you for years ❤️