Rail replacement bus from Manchester to Bolton

Speaking volumes with their eyes
Before the coach had even left
Let alone hit the motorway

Stabbing words echo deep
Petering on a seat
Tirelessly moaning spray haired

Oxidized in seconds
Climbing walls in a closed space
In a language not yet wrote 

Microfilmed in barely suspended anger
Snow like in a silent explosion 
Observing just one thought 

Just one sentence over and over
Does he realise how stupid
He looks 

Yeah, just trying to bride
The coach driver
To miss a stop. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Harvey Williamson

Sun 23rd Aug 2015 07:24

Likin your scheme man, keep going and write that perfect poem

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Gray Nicholls

Sat 22nd Aug 2015 20:05

Sadly a true story

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