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Ghazala Lari on Standing at the cross roads between life and death (3 hours ago)
Of the man who maintained
That women should refrain
From applying their make-up on a moving train.
I ask where is your brain?
And how dare you complain?
And does your arrogance stem from a taste for cocaine?
You’re archaic forsooth
Sickening #metoo my back tooth
So yeah, you’re about to get burnt by the fire in this booth.
You claim that she’s uncouth...
Wednesday 5th September 2018 5:06 pm
This gushing of love from my eyes
At the dark-haired mug of the stepped-in passenger
Ugly like a dark night with no moon
Dirty with paint and with a grin
Of pain and tiredness and incomprehension.
Love gushes through eyes and pores
Of my skin, leaking out of any orifice
At the reticent hard reality of a train car,
The suited and tied clerk fingering
His phone oblivious o...
Friday 18th November 2016 4:19 pm
I've never been one to board common trains of thought.
Friday 14th October 2016 6:07 am
What am I supposed to say? Goodbye?
That didn't work.
Try again. Bye.
It's fine. I'm fine. I'm alive.
Dying, flying back
To the tracks
The click clack
The roar of the black
Train gliding by so fast
Only as long as the last
Car to pass
And brings terrible silence
Into the night.
Monday 11th April 2016 1:09 am
Tuesday 2nd September 2014 7:07 pm
When the steam clears
There’s a proper sound
a proper chunk of past
proper steel to steel
wheel to wheel
something you can feel
I clod about in boots
steel toe capped boots
heel to heel
steel to steel
It suits me
they are my rails
my parallel tracks
I feel secure
Friday 31st January 2014 3:39 pm
An evening, sitting, wanting, ripping, blackening.
An acerbic wind.
Wait for the train and the glut of passengers to spill out.
The end, endless encircling madness, himself in the wilderness.
Girls, Judas and their selfish wives, lives pass, suck Jesus.
In his selfish mask.
Tormented, pushed down, I’m full: kill, hell thoughts.
Giggle to stifle grief, uncomfortable familiar family and perfe...
Thursday 28th November 2013 1:06 pm
We lost Hugh. Flying such a beautiful little airplane in a blue desert sky, what a nice handling jet. Do what you want with her but no high speed turns too tight, might hit invisible wall in the sky. Dogfight every American jet fighter built none can beat the Mig17 Fresco. Turn on a dime, Russia did this almost right. Ultimate aggressor trainer, what better than to...
Tuesday 6th March 2012 5:44 pm