Three Haikus About Overlong Train Rides Posted on January 6, 2012 Five hours. Four changes. Lunch left on edge of platform but not crying. Yet. Not in Oxford yet. I started whining early. Fucking Doncaster. We rail together. I don’t hate everyone, no. Solidarity. Related Posts:BooksHello!Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related
