Dispatches from the wilds of Poetania – “The unknown”

You could ride the busy Sydney trains for years
and not learn,
until that one, late trip to Thirlmere
when the cool dark of night cloaks the empty world outside,
when the silent emptiness of the carriage wraps around your throat,
when it feels as though you are riding the edge of the void,
that, like buses,
they too have a “stop” button.

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Published in: on September 17, 2009 at 11:39 pm  Comments (2)  
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  1. Late night train journeys are the most beautiful and strangely terrifying things… you capture it perfectly.

  2. Personally I think the lacklustre punchline spoils what is otherwise a good poem.

    But hey you can’t be brilliant all the time right? Because then you’d be me.


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