Shit poems

yesterday

while at the railway station

I noticed all the bags

and the strolleys

and all the clumsily wrapped parcels

the red and turbaned coolies

trodding along

with our collective baggage

it is romantic or tragic

to see poetry

at railway stations

and in piss poor folks

the darker the night

the brighter the moonlight

the dirty platforms

the lonely coaches

and the disgusting people

great material for another pseudo poem

about life’s greatest longings

I too am guilty

of some of them

writing shit poems

and gazing in the distance

while she walked away

without a goodbye.

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