Have done a quick edit of one of the train poems, this one I wrote about the big Wheel in Brighton, where we stayed was nearly directly opposite, so I became quite aware of it and took many snaps of it in different moods. I kind of was thinking of Graham Greene’s Brighton Rock novel also in writing this.
Brighton Wheel and the Pier
A huge nought pulling in
cash flow, a trickle on damp days
On sunny a steady stream.
At night a boy gets on,
Funnels his stare through the glass,
His life, a dropped stone
Zeros rippling; he is
hoisted on a steady ring
Of electric light on a steel orbit.
Hooping his way past the carousel
To the ride that will turn him upside down
His body a flipping coin.