This is a met line train to..
Poem by: DantePomells
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This is a metropolitan line train to nowhere,
the next station is unknown,
I sit watching a man in green combats give a speech,
he’s speaking in tongues, Aramaic, perhaps,
dancing ’round the carriage he drops gold in our laps,
with black leather loafers he plods up, and down
Then,
above his head, he brandishes a clock,
this clock has no hands, nor numbers, nor lines,
I suppose this clock has no face,
but then neither do I
By Dante Pomells
Submitted: September 17, 2015
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Fascinating imagery and very thought provoking. Good poem!
Thu, September 17th, 2015 4:35pmFacebook Comments
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Sir AK87
This poem was really meaningful. It would mean a lot if you read just one of my poems. Thank you for this experience.
Thu, September 17th, 2015 1:53am