That wet stuff brought tidings of God
A single magpie on a fence post
scared to face the past
Says “Knowing you has emptied my heart”
Laptops cannot but wander
Further than we can
Should I stay or should I go
stuck between two worlds one stop
back or one step Forward stuck.
I stay with unsure which to go.
One afternoon the train
Stopped between stations, not
Adlestrop, but somewhere between the
future and past
TRAINS NO BOATS BUT BUSES
IT ALL STARTED HERE!
Station to Station – where was Bowie
Drunk on the poetry in a northern grim Town.
Caught between the Communion and abandonment
laid beyond the rail.
