I was executed for my war crimes In the middle alley of six Which disappointed me As I disliked perfect numbers

I was waiting for my train to draw into my home station When I noticed a young girl approaching the rest room Which was out of order Oh fuck  Oh fuck  She said giving lie to her tender years As she ran towards her parents in Carriage F

I am stateless at least I believe I am stateless   My mother was a dwarf in a travelling circus   But this has not inhibited my growth   As I am nearly two metres tall   I never knew my father   It was rumoured he was a clown   Which probably accounts for…

The train is about to leave the platform In an hour it will pass through the wheat fields

I will be looking at the evening sky As the train passes through the station

The next city train is not due till tomorrow I will wait at the station but will not catch this train

There is not a word in the dictionary That adequately describes the silences between trains

When the winter arrives the wheat fields will be barren But trains will still pass by without thought

I am sitting in a railway carriage   A woman is feeding her baby by the window   She asks if she may swop seats as the sun is hot   I agree without hesitation and ventilate the carriage further   The woman alights from the train at the next station   I know that…

We are both sitting on railway platforms many miles apart I am sitting next to a lamp post staring into space You are sitting on the station benches Listening to the sounds of an autumn afternoon The quietness of the countryside surrounds us We are deafened by its silence I feel that we are near…