Stranger on a Train

by grimbeau



I do not fit in with anything today

just passing through with as little fuss,

the bare minimum. Today is not

a day dodging knives and barbs,

rolling under punches,

taking issue large and small,

crucial and otiose


No, today I shall be a rough sketch moving,

a fleshed out notion, a shadow of a familiar

I cannot be bothered to recall.

See, it works – I tried to recall.

It is good to talk when no one’s listening,

just pretending, no revealed or hidden agendas,

no issues to take account of. Hassle free.