Not A Journey By Train Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

it's allez, allez minion
smooth and blue and streamy-lined
a chrysalis of outer-skin
hermetically confined

searching for the options
travelling first-class
complimentary oxygen
life is such a gas

why not try the extras
outside if you dare
with alcohol concoctions
and windy-ruffled hair

reflecting in a window-seat
seeing through it all
backcloth habitations
drawn along a wall

stretching-out to touch
have a feely feel
of cows and sheep and horses
positioned in the fields

tilt at platform extras
arranged along the track
with cafe-latte mochas
and railway bric-a-brac

succumb again to voices
with boredom setting in
proposed deceleration
prior to drawing-in

to your destination
thanks for being with us
we've enjoyed not having you
travel here by bus