before the storm

i hopped on the train a little earlier than usual and tried not to look too surprised as I found a seat (luxury!) a frowny late-middle-aged guy sat opposite, to the right writing “FENCER” on his crossword to the left a small girl stole glances at me in between stealing a few words from a comic that seemed to be in Viet I looked around trying not too look too obvious »


the hoddle street lifeline stretches out beyond my arm i nod absently to the driver and try to find a seat where his radio is less annoying before long the headphones go on and it’s boris (on mine) versus the human league (on his) “don’t you want me?” set against flood maybe i shoulda had feedbacker instead and it woulda been vrrrrrrmmmmmrrrrrrr as the “B” lights up and we’re first out the gate »