"London Transport apologize for the delay to your Circle Line service this evening. This is due to someone falling in front of a train at Notting Hill Gate. Circle Line trains are running approximately fifteen (one five) minutes late."
"Someone"
had "fallen" in front of a train
at Notting Hill Gate
(the announcement said)
Which was a shame
because as a result
Circle Line trains were running
fifteen minutes late
(the old revolting tramp lady smiled at me)
Death (he probably said as he stepped off)
is only the passing into another life beyond.
I was in no position to argue with him -
besides which I was going to be late -
he might have said I had a vested interest!
Why couldn't he have had the decency to kill himself
during a less busy period of the day?
He just had to pick rush hour, didn't he!
I stepped back from the platform edge
careful to avoid the phlegm
and the crisp packet.
Unfortunately I failed to notice the banana skin
and slipped in front of the finally arriving train.
It was actually twenty minutes late.
Accuracy was never London Transport's best subject.
As I fell I prayed that no one on the Circle Line that day
would be unduly delayed by MY demise.
I died and went straight to heaven -
and the tragedy of it? :
I was late.
Poetry by Andrew Bindon
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Written on 2010-01-19 at 13:33
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Circle line and point
"Someone"
had "fallen" in front of a train
at Notting Hill Gate
(the announcement said)
Which was a shame
because as a result
Circle Line trains were running
fifteen minutes late
(the old revolting tramp lady smiled at me)
Death (he probably said as he stepped off)
is only the passing into another life beyond.
I was in no position to argue with him -
besides which I was going to be late -
he might have said I had a vested interest!
Why couldn't he have had the decency to kill himself
during a less busy period of the day?
He just had to pick rush hour, didn't he!
I stepped back from the platform edge
careful to avoid the phlegm
and the crisp packet.
Unfortunately I failed to notice the banana skin
and slipped in front of the finally arriving train.
It was actually twenty minutes late.
Accuracy was never London Transport's best subject.
As I fell I prayed that no one on the Circle Line that day
would be unduly delayed by MY demise.
I died and went straight to heaven -
and the tragedy of it? :
I was late.
Poetry by Andrew Bindon
Read 620 times
Written on 2010-01-19 at 13:33
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