A TEDIOUS DAY IN THE LIFE OF MEMORIES

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I was thinking

All we need now

Are the lights to go out

They did

Pitch black

London Underground

 

Had a seat for once

Unusual

In rush hour

Gave it up

She was heavily pregnant

Wide-brimmed yellow hat

Shades

Belly at bursting point

 

Multi-cultural throng

Suits and briefcases

Blokes in overalls

T-shirts and jeans

Baseball caps

Black bloke

Afro

Vibrant coloured kaftan

 

Summer dresses

Saris

Hijabs

Hippy girl

Almost see through

Cheesecloth

Jesus sandals

Denim skirt

Silver jewellery

Amber beads braided

Rust coloured

Frizzy hair

Green eyes

Notice

She wears no bra

Burnt it?

Either that

Or she chose not to wear one

Truly fucking sweltering

She is lovely

 

‘Well to do’

Old man

Silver hair

Times crossword

Ignores

Loads of women

Two disabled people

No manners

Should offer his seat

He even looks up

For a nano-second

Pregnant lady

Where I was

Now next to him

Studious glance

Sneer of disapproval

She has the temerity

To invade his space

Just a little

 

Underground

Passengers

In darkness

Stressful

One or two shrill

Demented shrieks

 

Going to be

Late for work

Train stuck

25 minutes already

Lights come back on

 

Train immobile still

Check my watch

Roasting now

Hottest summer

In living memory

Newspapers say

 

A bore

Nearby

Talking drivel

No one is listening

Chirping away

Get annoyed

Infests my brain

Talks crap

Should say

Piss off

Maybe

Smack him the mouth

 

The hour mark

Stuck in one place

Down a smelly cavity

Below London

Why? 

No announcements

No idea

 

Pregnant lady

Sobbing

Frightened

Her stomach

So very big

Baby could be due

Any minute

Big fat lady

Consoles her

Puts an arm around her

 

All quiet

Not for long

Man asks aloud if

Any one has any water

A lady has passed out

The heat

No one answers

Stiff upper lip

British way

 

Over an hour

Unbearably hot

Dehydration

Starvation

No air

Fucking useless

 

Black bloke

Kaftan man

Trying to prise open

The doors

Bare hands

Asks for help

No one bothers

Not clear if

Trying to escape

Or find cooler air

 

Pregnant lady

More composed

Good Samaritan

Works wonders

 

2 hour mark

Only person unfazed

Old bloke

Times crossword

Drenched

In sweat

Not ruffled

At the goings on

 

Pregnant lady whispers

To newfound friend

She is desperate for a pee

Wag overhears

Says

Me too

If this train doesn’t

Get a move on

In a minute

Ladies turn your backs

Shouldn’t have had

That second cup of tea

I could piss for England

 

Angry black bloke

Bellows

And I could piss for Jamaica

 

Me for Uganda,

Riposte of Asian man

 

Need a smoking compartment

Need a fag now 

 

The bore speaks

The heat

Nothing compared with

Burma

Count yourselves lucky

No Monsoon here

I could tell you a thing or two……

 

At last the train

Sets off once more 

 

No apologies

No notices

No ‘sorry we’ve fucked your day up’

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6 thoughts on “A TEDIOUS DAY IN THE LIFE OF MEMORIES

  1. Wow! Was this poem based on your own experience (and observational superpowers)?…One of my very first posts I did over half a year ago was about people waiting at an airport terminal. I tried to convey the unspoken tension that goes on in places like that…not nearly as effectively as you have I should say. Very powerful and also amusing read!

    1. It was a long time ago and sadly I was pretty broke back then. My office was above Piccadilly Circus in London and even with a car there was no parking. All doom and gloom save for the fact that years was the only one I can recall when England had no rain for months on end. Thanks for the comment – I have just read some more of your stuff and started ‘following’ you (that always sounds so awful; ought to be a better word really). Hope you don’t mind. Stay well. Cheers

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