the train is crowded as always...
strangers talking way to loud...
trying to compete to be heard...
like a dark olympics of spoken words....
a discordant symphony of different languages...
distorted by the subtleties of the local tounge...
tickets please...
in the backgroud the trains theme tune plays...
unidentifiable music draining from damaged ears...
vaguely known almost familiar nagging at your memmory...
all quality and rhythm filtered from the endless beat...
till only a twisted parody of your heartbeat remains...
tickets please....
the air is filled with an uncharming boquet...
a mixture of the scents of the powder room...
broken and rotting at the trains heart...
and the cigarettes surreptitiously smoked...
behind the guards unwatching and uncaring eye...
tickets please......
the seats are cramped and small...
discarded chewing gum welding you to your chair...
holding you in uncomfortable bondage...
almost as if designed not for human occupation...
but as a punishment for condemned souls...
to be ferried down to the underworld...
tickets please.....
the train pulls up at the station...
you fight to be released from your fellow inmates...
the jailor guard calls out your destination...
and through the noise and the filth you seek escape...
tickets please....
pressing the button with a passionate fervour...
your worried that they wont open and you will be trapped..
carried off to unknown places far from where you belong...
but the doors open and you step out onto the welcoming platform...
you are home the night air refreshing and cleansing your soul.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem