|The Epping and Hurstbridge train timetable, as written by a performance poet|
Hi guys, here's just a few poems I wrote the other night waiting at Flinders Street Station, an experience I think a lot of us have in common. I hope you like them, I think they've got a certain something to them. Excuse me. *Clears throat*
8.15 to Hurstbridge
Eight twelve at the station,
I'm just waiting at the station
And if the train don't come, the train won't come
So I'm waiting at the station
For the wheels to come,
And my frustration at the station,
At the station where we're at, at the station that we're in,
Has made my mind go numb.
(But the steel hums, the wheels run)
Eight-thirteen at the station
(Clitter clatter clitter clatter)
It doesn't matter to me,
Don't you see, we're not free,
(Clitter clatter bitter batter)
Political correctness is just the frustration of our nation
At the train that doesn't -
(Clitter clatter made as hatter)
At the train that won't -
(Clitter clatter clatter shatter fast food makes you fatter clitter clatter what's the matter)
Oh, I'm sorry. Lost my place there for a second.
EIGHT-FOURTEEN! And my oration
At the station
Is a statement of frustration
At this whole vast system of negation
(You're the system's sucker, fucker)
(Clitter clatter mad as hatter)
And the patience at the station
Longs for an innovation
FUCK THE SYSTEM!
FREE THE TRAINS!
DON'T LIVE YOUR LIFE ACCORDING TO TIMETABLES, RULES, SYSTEMS, RIGHT-WING AUTHORITARIANISM, HYPER-FASCISM, GODS, DIETS, COMMERCIALISM, ADVERSERIAL ADVERTISING, NEO-LIBERAL QUASI-NAZISM!
This is my commendation.
Eight-fifteen at the station. All on board!
|A short poem about my girlfriend, by the guy who does the train timetables|
Your red hair in the morning sunlight
You telling me off for picking my nose when I thought you weren't looking
You kissing me and making up
The way you move
Watching me watching you drink coffee
Seeing you go to the evening shift at work
Various reminiscences of you
Fairly interested/slightly offput
Like a puppy whose bone has been taken away
Highly interested/Very highly interested
A little distracted
Various emotions, swinging from very high interest to medium interest to distraction to sadness, as well as three random thoughts about spaghetti at one point
|Time of day|
3.00 - 7.00