Monday, 2 May 2011
Poems for the Underground
After Ruyard Kipling's "If"
If you can be on the platform at 6 in the morning,
While no one is out and about.
If you can refrain from yawning,
As other passengers scream and shout.
If you can seize your seat nearest the door,
When the train doors open with a shudder.
Or, giving it up upon the sight,
Of a third trimester pregnant mother.
If you can Twitter- and not make typos in your tweet.
If you can sms- with both thumbs on your Blackberry
If you can multi-task with Iphone and Ipad without a seat.
And make both devices necessary.
If you can bear to starve until Shenton Way,
Buying your breakfast from McD's.
Or make do with hot water,
And your desk-drawer stash of Maggi Mees.
You'll be a Working Stiff, my Son!!
...After "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner"
Train after train, train after train
We wait, inside a cramped compartment.
As cheerful as an extended family,
In a one-bedroom apartment.
Adverts, adverts everywhere,
And nothing you want to buy.
Adverts, adverts everwhere,
The last sale was in July.
at 3:50 pm