It’s another failed day on Northern Rail
Northern Powerhouse
on its side,
the 8:26 to Halifax
crawls along the platform
like it’s watching out for snails
searching the rails for oblivion.
The train’s pace is hardly a race
but it’s only minutes late,
not cancelled like yesterday
...
Wednesday 4th December 2019 9:47 pm
Pickles at dawn: The Ballad of Mustard Pickle
Pickles at dawn, pickles at dawn.
Don't let your father draw pickles at dawn.
Mustard Pickle is on the floor,
The Fish-Judge throws him smirks.
Their fruit is growing tentacles
And squeezes 'till it hurts.
The fruit unzips old onion skins
To bare the rotten flesh.
She sprays sour wounds with vinegar
To clothe the naked smell.
The fruit then puts on hy...
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