Pylons come<\/p>\n
Pylons go<\/p>\n
The world is electric<\/p>\n
I am surrounded by cables and wires<\/p>\n
The debris of power<\/p>\n
Power corrupts I once heard<\/p>\n
This thought passes through my mind<\/p>\n
As I look at the summer clouds<\/p>\n
High above my stationary train<\/p>\n
Do they fear the night I ask?<\/p>\n
As many do<\/p>\n
20.59<\/p>\n
21.00<\/p>\n
21.01<\/p>\n
21.02<\/p>\n
21.03<\/p>\n
The overhead clock is the only thing that moves in my carriage<\/p>\n
21.04<\/p>\n
21.05<\/p>\n
21.06<\/p>\n
21.07<\/p>\n
21.08<\/p>\n
I look at the sky again<\/p>\n
It is a symphony of grey<\/p>\n
Pink<\/p>\n
And Sapphire Blue<\/p>\n
Unusual but not rare<\/p>\n
In the Kent cottages<\/p>\n
Lights blaze from the open windows<\/p>\n
Mr Phipps is in the bath<\/p>\n
After all is Thursday <\/i><\/p>\n
His wife of many years<\/p>\n
Stares at my train<\/p>\n
She longs for release<\/p>\n
This I cannot share<\/p>\n
For I too am imprisoned<\/p>\n
She is aware of this and closes her curtains<\/p>\n
Another small death passes unnoticed<\/p>\n
I have seen many in my travels<\/p>\n
Suddenly the train moves<\/p>\n
The lights flicker<\/p>\n
21.13<\/p>\n
My lucky number is seven<\/p>\n
It never lets me down<\/p>\n
We pick up speed<\/p>\n
Margate is getting nearer<\/p>\n
You wait me in our flat<\/p>\n
Above the shop of curiosities<\/p>\n
You are listening to the radio<\/p>\n
And are advised that the<\/p>\n
19.20<\/p>\n
St Pancras to Margate<\/p>\n
Has suffered a delay<\/p>\n
Due to a sheet of plastic<\/p>\n
That has tangled itself<\/p>\n
In the overhead wires<\/p>\n
Near the Dartford Bridge<\/p>\n
Safety is everything<\/p>\n
You are told<\/p>\n
You can replace time<\/p>\n
Time replaces time<\/p>\n
Safety is everything<\/p>\n
Night has arrived<\/p>\n
We share its absurdities<\/p>\n
Ashford International <\/i><\/p>\n
Canterbury West <\/i><\/p>\n
Ramsgate <\/i><\/p>\n
All change at Ramsgate <\/i><\/p>\n
We are going no further<\/em><\/p>\n As the driver needs to be in London<\/em><\/p>\n By 11 o\u2019clock<\/em><\/p>\n To take charge of the final train of the day<\/em><\/p>\n St Pancras to Margate<\/em><\/p>\n I am promised a taxi<\/p>\n And wait in the great hall<\/p>\n At Ramsgate Station<\/p>\n For half an hour<\/p>\n Confusion reigns<\/p>\n But is resolved<\/p>\n As confusion normally is<\/p>\n I sit quietly in the back of a rather large car<\/p>\n The driver is from the Maghreb<\/p>\n And does not try to make conversation<\/p>\n You are asleep when I reach our flat<\/p>\n There is Dinner Jazz on the radio<\/p>\n I do not disturb you<\/p>\n After showering I look out of our best window<\/p>\n I can see the sea and the mysterious lights distant<\/p>\n Can they see the windows of our small flat?<\/p>\n With its purple curtains and orange lights<\/p>\n Do they know that I was heavily delayed?<\/p>\n By a sheet of plastic<\/p>\n That compromised the power<\/p>\n And the glory \u00a0\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n Of my magnificent train<\/p>\n Do they care as they watch the final moments<\/p>\n Of the dying fish<\/p>\n My thoughts are interrupted<\/p>\n You are awake<\/p>\n Poor you <\/i><\/p>\n Would you like a cup of tea? <\/i><\/p>\n No I am drunk on coffee<\/i><\/p>\n Purchased on the train <\/i><\/p>\n We go to bed<\/p>\n You lay in my arms<\/p>\n We have extinguished the lights<\/p>\n Only the digital clock reigns<\/p>\n 1.11<\/i><\/p>\n 1.12<\/i><\/p>\n 1.13<\/i><\/p>\n My eyes grow heavy but in the distance I hear a train<\/p>\n Its pantographs arc against the damp wires<\/p>\n A misty rain has descended <\/i><\/p>\n I think of the electricity surging through those wires<\/p>\n Trains come<\/p>\n Trains go<\/p>\n The world is electric<\/p>\n Even your body is electric<\/p>\n I can sense your electric dreams<\/p>\n 1.19<\/p>\n 1.20<\/p>\n 1.21<\/p>\n 1.22<\/p>\n 1.23<\/p>\n 1.24<\/p>\n 1.2<\/p>\n 1.<\/p>\n 1<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Pylons come Pylons go The world is electric I am surrounded by cables and wires The debris of power Power corrupts I once heard This thought passes through my mind As I look at the summer clouds High above my stationary train Do they fear the night I ask? As many do 20.59 21.00 21.01 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2497"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2497"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2497\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2497"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2497"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2497"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}