From a Midnight train
From a midnight train
I see people trudging home
in the dizzying rain
underneath Morrisons
which offers shelter
like trees in a roundhouse.
From a midnight train
I see the lights go out
in the rain producing
a light smog in the distance
that dances on the diamonds
of a dusky town centre.
I see the clouds
cut in half by the wind
over Trinity Street bridge
that leads to the centre
covered in stains
of spilled Pepsi
and half eaten pizza.
I see the town hall statues
standing to attention
forgotten in the darkness
as couples walk home
across the acoustics of the rain
which rattle on the pavement,
Like stray thoughts
trying to define a movement,
or a silence that goes beyond
any kind of language
offering hope for a requiem
is long lost in
the onslaught of the night.
*Andy N is a 39 year old writer, writer, performer and sometimes experimental musician from the Manchester area of England.He has published one book of poetry through N Press ‘Return to Kemptown’ in 2010 and his second book, a split book with Jeff Dawson (aka Jeffarama) ‘A Means to an End’ has also just been printed.