ALWAYS
always forgetting
always
losing my luggage
always getting
lost
missing my classes
at the wrong bus stop
on the wrong train
the Express
between Manchester
and Cape Town
somehow
not running
today
at least not from
this platform, though
there is
another, they say
always another, which I did
raise with
my chatbots (somewhat
celestial minds)
spoke of
this recurrence
and why no
GPS down in
this cave
and why you
still haunt me, both
here
and far away
who did
promised to
see me
indeed greet me
if when
all of this has gone
strangely disappeared
and something
(rather
than nothing) would
appear to remain
poems 2 die for 