FALLING ASLEEP ON LONDON TRANSPORT
By Alice Hamilton
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The oyster cracks open.
A long string of pearls
Drags me upstairs.
A flash of blinding light.
Sizzling firecrackers.
The bus explodes.
A quivering jelly,
Raspberry flavour,
Juicy, luscious.
I nibble my way out.
Then I swim through jam,
Sweet and sticky.
Huge berries bob around,
Show me crystal stairs,
Crunchy sugar.
A silvery green river.
Salt tang of the sea.
The sky is white.
Swans, dazzling, graceful, proud.
Mighty wings flapping,
Whistling ‘wou,wou’.
They fly high, swoop, lift me,
Higher and higher.
Fleecy soft clouds.
Sun rays caress my face.
Now I am falling,
Slowly, falling.
I land with a sharp jolt,
Back where I started,
On the top deck.
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I fell asleep on a Bristol
I fell asleep on a Bristol bus once, ended up with my head on this woman's shoulder. I was very appologetic and very red, but she didn't seem to mind.
I loved your poem, bought back my own memories.
Jenny.
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