Green Jacket on A Red Train....

He steps aside to let her board,
she steals a fleeting glance.
A friendly smile hastily ignored,
to many lovers taken by chance.

Green jacket on a red morning train,
her coloured pain clashes with time.
Magic capsule carries the strain,
wheels clicking a new day rhyme.

Tired talking people rolling through,
rock along on rails of solid steel.
She looks at me as I look at you,
can we really know how we feel.

Moving steps take us deep underground,
nearing where a devils sleep.
Our eyes tell stories without sound,
fast the faking hour does creep.

A stapled heart on bad coloured clothes,
behind which her skin feels worn.
Her mind living in a body she loathes,
keeps wishing she’d never been born.

Onward our journey a destination waits,
carriages fade through mortar and brick.
His smile starts working she reciprocates,
though she believes he is Satan’s prick.

Off she runs very fast very free,
a drink or two just to fuel the fire.
Her sex is craving that he’s a he,
what else does, her body, require.