I'm troubled that I acted as a coward, in truth I was scared. Yesterday on the train from Nottingham to London a guy got on the train at Beeston. I didn't see this but he sat next to a girl and picked up a coat next to her and threw it at the lass. She said it belonged to a guy that had gone to toilet but he burst into a tirade at her. Another guy stood up for her and he launched a foul tirade of abuse at the pair. Now I know we use expletives without any due care but this man was effing and ceeing before declaring he was homosexual.
Now an old dear on the table covered her ears which the c**t took as homophobic and not an objection to the c word. This was the point I raised my voice, as did most of the passengers, none more vocally than my mam. She tore a strip off the guy. For the next few stations he carried on his tirade but I wanted to kick the f**king living s**t out of the t**t but it appears I was the only one aware if he wasn't on medication he'd skipped. A younger me would've chucked him off the train or just kicked f**k out of him for swearing at the old dear.
Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene
See myself without ruining lines
Whole days throwing sticks into streams
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation