top of page
Every station with 'Bridge' in the Name We Pass
A poem by Izzy Shackleton
>>> I don't have much to be mad about
Today is not a day of upset
Not of stomachs or weather really, no threat
Of any tumultuous rain clouds, stout
With that particular brand winter weather touts.
No, I feel no need to forget
The lashing rains louder than a punk band's set
Unless a school of trout from the sky falls out
But there is madness inside the veins of my eye
One that haunts me from time to spaces
The insanity of silence, shared with no faces
Where I'm alone for the better part of a lie
Five minutes, give of take, for my mind to wander
Into realms and fields accused of sonder
bottom of page