Lamar pumps

Stream of consciousness on a train journey , the thoughts that come to mind - especially about the railway and personal opinions. Inspiration by Larkin's whitsum weddings + Kendrick lamar

I depart from the family home,
gemini as my only company , we abscond and drag belongings to the station ,
collect tickets and board train.

Tin of sardines pressed against the rattled carriage-
a debauchery of British funds; wagon on tracks,
a story of nationalisation builds in my brain, stream of consciousness seeping out through the windows.

The woman across from me sneers her nose ,
curls her lip, peers her institutional eyes into mine.
I feel the anger of her stare , it inspires my rage .
I play scenarios of asking her what the f**k she is looking at in my head ,
but this isn't Taxi Driver,
this is the trans penine stopping at Wigan Northweston-
I wonder if George Osbourne still believes in northern powerhouses;
Or whether he would edit himself in the Standard.

Is this my whistum weddings ?
Am I a Larkin pessimist - who knows -
All I know is my life is defined by trains-
to Leeds , Preston Manchester ;
northern England forgotten by centralised London -
in essence we are the journeys we make -
no Romantic or flamboyance , just simple truth,
I hope Leeds isn't Larkin's Hull-
I hope I don't fall into that hole of pessimism -
Lamar pumps, and suddenly its. Ok.