First Train Home

Got to get on it

Bodies disengage, our mouths are fleshing over

As hiss and echo gain, irises retreat into ovals of white

The urge to feel your face, in blood, rushing to paint my handprint

And Frisbee one by one, your vinyl on laminate

I’m desperate for some kind of contact.

First train home, I’ve got to get on it

Got to catch, to catch, to catch, catch, catch the...

First train home

Temporal dead zone where clocks are barely breathing

Yet no one cares to notice for all their yamming on,

I calm up to hold it together

I want to Play-Do waveforms in the hideaway

I want to get on with getting on with things

I can’t do any of that here can I?

So what, you’ve had one too many

So what, I’m not that much fun to be with

So what, you’ve got a silly hat on.

So what, I didn’t want to come here anyway

What matters to you, it doesn’t matter, matter to me

What matters to me, doesn’t matter, matter to you

What matters to you, doesn’t matter, matter to them

What matters to them, it doesn’t change anything.

Got to get out now