Observation Car

To be put on the train and kissed and given my ticket,

Then the station slid backward, the shops and the neon lighting,

Reeling off in a drunken blur, with a whole pound note in my pocket

And the holiday packed with Perhaps. It used to be very exciting.

The present and past were enough. I did not mind having my back

To the engine. I sat like a spider and spun

Time backward out of my guts; or rather my eyes; and the track

Was a Now dwindling off to oblivion. I thought it was fun:

The telegraph poles slithered up in a sudden crescendo

As we sliced the hill and scattered its grazing sheep;

The days were a wheeling delirium that led without end to

Nights when we plunged into roaring tunnels of sleep.

But now I am tired of the train. I have learned that one tree

Is much like another, one hill the dead spit of the next

I have seen tailing off behind all the various types of country

Like a clock running down. I am bored and a little perplexed;

And weak with the effort of endless evacuation

Of the long monotonous Now, the repetitive, tidy

Officialdom of each siding, of each little station

Labelled Monday, Tuesday; and goodness ! what happened to; Friday ?

And the maddening way the other passengers alter:

The schoolgirl who goes to the Ladies’ comes back to her seat

A lollipop blonde who leads you on to assault her,

And you’ve just got her skirts round her waist and her pants round her feet

When you find yourself fumbling about the nightmare knees

Of a pink hippopotamus with a permanent wave

Who sends you for sandwiches and a couple of teas,

But by then she has whiskers, no teeth and one foot in the grave.

I have lost my faith that the ticket tells where we are going.

There are rumours the driver is mad; we are all being trucked

To the abattoirs somewhere; the signals are jammed and unknowing

We aim through the night full speed at a wrecked viaduct.

But I do not believe them. The future is rumour and drivel;

Only the past is assured. From the observation car

I stand looking back and watching the landscape shrivel,

Wondering where we are going and just where the hell we are,

Remembering how I planned to break the journey, to drive

My own car one day, to have choice in my hands and my foot upon power,

To see through the trumpet throat of vertiginous perspective

My urgent Now explode continually into flower,

To be the Eater of Time, a poet and not that sly

Anus of mind the historian. It was so simple and plain

To live by the sole, insatiable influx of the eye.

But something went wrong with the plan: I am still on the train.

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• Владимир Британишский – Чернышев переулок и мост Чернышев by Владимир Британишский
• Владимир Британишский – Чай by Владимир Британишский
• Владимир Британишский – Царство – одно, но России-то – две by Владимир Британишский
• Владимир Британишский – Быт by Владимир Британишский
• Владимир Британишский – Буссоль by Владимир Британишский
• Владимир Британишский – Будто катаясь на коньках by Владимир Британишский
• Владимир Британишский – Богаевский by Владимир Британишский
• Владимир Британишский – Били в армии, в школе, в столице, в селе by Владимир Британишский
• Владимир Британишский – Баня Быстрицкого by Владимир Британишский
• Владимир Британишский – Багульник, ельник, изволоки, взгорья by Владимир Британишский
• Владимир Британишский – Автопортрет Давида by Владимир Британишский
• Владимир Британишский – Архитектор Юрий Фельтен by Владимир Британишский
• Владимир Британишский – Аркадия by Владимир Британишский
• Владимир Британишский – Античник Альтман by Владимир Британишский
• Владимир Британишский – Аэрогеофизик by Владимир Британишский
• Владимир Британишский – A за Уралом – сгустки городов by Владимир Британишский
• Владимир Британишский – А весна наступает все же by Владимир Британишский
• Владимир Британишский – А Новый год мы встретили в лесу by Владимир Британишский
• Владимир Британишский – 1942 год by Владимир Британишский
• Владимир Британишский – 1848 год в Зимнем дворце by Владимир Британишский

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