What Happens When You Miss Your Train.

Where’s your sense of direction gone?

Routed in another other time,

When words were heavy to intention,

And every split path had a sign

To tell you why to go their way. But now you stay,

At the station where trains arrive at once, then disappear,

And vendors look down at you with their stale sandwich crusts and sneer

Like there’s nothing here for you,

No busker‘s botched-up tune,

No musty pigeon coo.

Your nails grow into thickets 

Till you cannot scan your ticket,

Even if you could afford them, the day’s come far too fast to risk it.

Your sweat’s burnt through a coin cup,

And a crooked neck twists your spine,

Your legs are brittle, wrapped in bubble,

Body distanced from the line.

Passengers seem to think they know

That you were born with no abode,

A baby birthed as fragile as the old inspector’s ego.

No one saw the prints you sewed,

The path that threaded through your bones,

Or the maps you made in ballast stones,

Now clicked and clacked to track.

Still, here you lounge, alone, it seems,

A stranger wrapped in fractured dreams,

Somewhere past a fevered glass glare,

An intercom waits, suspended there,

A mutter, fuzzed to white noise rain,

That will call you home, again and again and again.

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It's been two months since my last post, and although I've not had a complete hiatus from writing, I have been focusing more on work, health, and family matters. It's left some time for me to play around, but not instilled the confidence to post as regularly as I had been. Nevertheless, I was still able to find inspiration amongst my time without this routine, and I'm excited to share how those ideas will turn out. I'm also giving myself the time to go back to some of my older, unfinished ideas which I remain passionate about. Several of them involve more research than I can spare the time for these days, however I assure you that I will stay vigilant plundering the between space I have. Therefore, I am going to set myself the challenge of posting a piece that has been on the back burner for a while. Some of you may recall me mentioning it in person while it was still in its experimental stage, but it has come leaps and bounds since then. Prepare yourself for a philosopher's worst nightmare...

(Thank you for reading/listening!)