On a journey from Birmingham to Liverpool: Poetry



What would I do
When I arrive at Crewe?
Sit and watch as you
Struggle with your bag
And Light up a fag?
What would I do?
At platform two
On the train at Crewe?
I’d probably do nothing



Winsford ahoy!
Winsford a joy!
Winsford platform 2
Just in from Crewe
In Liverpool I’m due
In an hour.




I’ve never been to Hartford
Until now
I’ve been to Winsford
I’ve been to Crewe
But Hartford
I’ve not been to you.
You’re the next stop though

Author: stegzy

Once, long ago, I wrote frequently on Livejournal. I then moved to Blogspot, where I discovered that blogging requires an audience. So I moved back to LJ. Then over to Dreamwidth, back to LJ, up the road of self hosting with Muckybadger before giving up entirely and moving over to Wordpress. It was at that moment I decided I would spread my compostual nonsense simultaneously across the blogosphere like some rancid margarine. And so here I am. I am a badger. But then I'm not really a badger. I am a human. With badger like tendencies. I am a writer, a film producer and a social commentator. I am available for Breakfast TV shows, documentaries and chats in the pub with journalists where I am more than qualified enough to talk confidently about absolute shite and bollocks.

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