all the way to preston


the galaxies and stars

seem so far away right now

i can’t go home yet

i’m needed

to empty my head

for some eager young

space cadet

but it’s not so bad

and when i leave

i’m on the sunny side

of the homeward tram

heading north

someone reading a crime novel

beside me

if i stare harder

out the window

maybe things will

make a bit more sense

peoples’ attraction

to crime novels

my general sense

of unease

whenever i’m in a crowd

and why the trip home

seems to take longer now.