(UNTITLED)

Like...
Sailing
Over expressways
On mornings
Of sunlight
Through back-seat smoke
And distant gas towers.

I'm going home this morning.

Or...
Night-service
With its late-shift shadows.
The streetlamps that never sleep.

I'm going home to wake up
                                        in the morning

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On a night-bus to Sutton Coldfield,
May 2012