flashback tuesday

.....i watch.....
(in a daze)
the three small mice
and thier funny micy ways

on the platform of the station
-I watch as they elude patience-

scurrying scurrying scurrying

hurrying, hurrying, hurrying

to get to the place they need to be
-patience, little mice, patience-
...i watch (in a daze) i look to see...
everything, for everything be trippy
to this odd urban hippy
especially these
three tiny mice
so thrice, I breathed
and then and then and then

then a stranger, she came up to me
-from nowhere-
and she hugged me

and then and then and then
slowly I realised 

much to my surprise

 that it was her

yes it took some time, 

for it to register
-patience little mice-
(gone)

names upon names

I sifted through my mind

until I did find

it, yes I remember! 

....we shared a room one September? 

or was it a December? 

or maybe is was a July?

-time, it doesn't lie-
(stagnant)

in Switzerland was it? 

yes, I remember

flashback tuesday, the pieces 

they barely fit, if only I writ

it down, but wait I did

but wait 

I can't find that notebook  

and you know the archivist too

and you wrote an article about her 

in the newstatesman, yes the hard poet, 

I knew her well, 

a soul so true, a true freedom fighter

a voice of power, 

we'd chat for an hour, each time

we met in the prayer room

yes, small world and morad, you knew

her too? If only I knew

small world, 

flashback tuesday 

flashback tuesday
-where did the mice go?-
(into the dark tunnel)
-into  the abyss of uncertainty-
......i watch.......

then on my way home,
yeah on the tube

Francesca dude, 

I saw you, you were right there in front of me 

I said nothing, I just watched 

as you clasped the yellow bar

with both hands, muttering, I think

on our northern line train 

you looked so distracted 

so troubled: so maimed, 

inspecting your orange fingernails 

-dear, are you turning to rust?-

are you going off the rails 

again? I've spent too much time away 

and there are no words for me to say

so I remained silent

so I averted my gaze, so I looked some place
else, though i remember that time we spoke

about requiem for a dream, you lent me the dvd

when I was sixteen, or fifteen 

or maybe fourteen 

you were ghosting, when we met again 

by chance, in this same way,
on another train.
The questions remains

are you in the same place? am I?

back then, we'd both hit the back roads

now here you are a lady

now here I am a hobo 

I wonder do you still recognise me

probably not- who knows? 

I knew, you would get off at clapham south

when the train alighted. yes I knew, 

and you did, you ducked under a strangers

arm and gosh you reminded me of her

of my old best mate 

of your old best mate

of T,  she rubbed off on me 

maybe she rubbed off on you too. 

Ahh flashback tuesday 

flashback tuesday

flashback tuesday

Hmm I don't know what to say 

just another weird day 

in the life of sy

ah it could have gone awry

but it didn't, because I bagged her shopping 

and shared my biscuits

and watched the young ones, just laugh.
flashback tuesday
flashback tuesday
flashback tuesday
(three small mice)