THE TRAINS RAN BACKWARD TODAY:
Burger & chips in St John’s Wood & an open fire in the company
of a wise hand & guiding light. Leaves scattered swept into
piles, the perfume of sweet rot follows us. Down into the holes
beneath the city, the poetry keeps it’s own company, coil back
in corners, hissing. We double back, forgetting.
Catch an overground out of the city of dreams, slip concealed
between humourless faces, phone batteries waining, you brought the
wrong glasses “that’ll learn ya!”. Strangers sat next to smell
‘different’ wrapped in fogs of exotic aromas, free papers opened
distractedly reveal something red, congealed, sticking the pages
together. I recoil, flip it onto the flap on the back of the seat
in front, folding it up with a steely squeal.
Look out the window at the world getting grey & blue, sliding fast
on the other side of the glass with a familiar continuity of
joined up rhythms.
“ladies & Gentlemen, we’re sorry about the late arrival of this
train, this was due to it’s late departure”
One nation united, raises an eyebrow to one another & smiles.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
Again stunned by how you paint a vivid picture using only colors of the words.