I'm Sitting Upon This 'Ere Train
I'm sitting upon this 'ere train
with muzak feeding into my brain -
a twang and a twiddle
about a tax fiddle -
somehow it isn't the same.
Dylan Harris
88-89
it's my hands
my difficulty with melancholy
hence the coldness
fear in flight, god
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