Afternoons
I'm not too fond of this poem, but I like the idea and this was the best I could do haha
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My public transport prison of flying ships that never stop by my platform,
that never wave
or honk their
horns.
And through the glare, the trains come and go, going places that aren't far away and aren't magical, like
John's house
or to the button factory.
But never taking me.
Because I've been issued with a ticket to nowhere,
and my platform has been closed for renovation for six years.
I always think about those flying ships.
I bet those people up there wear pearls and diamonds,
drink pop-pop-popping champagne and are always going
somewhere.
I bet they don't think about me much.
When I'm wearing diamonds and pearls and going somewhere I'll think about where I used to be and make the driver honk the horn for you.
Yes,
that's what I'll do.
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My public transport prison of flying ships that never stop by my platform,
that never wave
or honk their
horns.
And through the glare, the trains come and go, going places that aren't far away and aren't magical, like
John's house
or to the button factory.
But never taking me.
Because I've been issued with a ticket to nowhere,
and my platform has been closed for renovation for six years.
I always think about those flying ships.
I bet those people up there wear pearls and diamonds,
drink pop-pop-popping champagne and are always going
somewhere.
I bet they don't think about me much.
When I'm wearing diamonds and pearls and going somewhere I'll think about where I used to be and make the driver honk the horn for you.
Yes,
that's what I'll do.