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A Single MomentA Saturday morning had started,
As the sun rose in clouds parting.
I awoke just after eight,
Ready to get dressed, feeling great.
I grabbed my camera equipment,
Then headed to car across the pavement.
Jumping into the car, I started the engine,
Whilst a pendolino passed owned by Virgin.
Started proceeding down a country lane,
Just hoping it doesn't rain.
I reached the local train line,
At about twenty five to nine.
Walking over the bridge i did,
Noticing something on the floor, a quid!
I found the step I wanted,
Looking at the track all jointed.
I got out the equipment at need,
As time past quickly, like it flied.
As the sun just popped out to shine,
I look round and noticed others of my kind.
All waiting for the time,
When it would appear, to see something no longer in its prime.
The sound of something puffing appeared,
Which people today may find weird.
My camera was at the ready,
The sound grew louder, coming closer steady.
A iron horse appeared on the horizon,
With a gr
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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