Each Day To Ealing Broadway

The streets are streaked with the excretum
Of a thousand late-nighters
The caresses of industry and the morning chill
Have arrested the urge to kill
In the drunks that have spilled
Into the streets at closing time
And now sleep
.

The 7:30 tube train hussles girls
With shields against stares
That with lust peel to reveal
Shy and freshly showered young bodies
Whose language
Sitting cross armed and cross legged
Can leave only despair in the observing eye
And a rye dismissal
A rejection of the hunt
In the ignorant mind
That can only mutter in response
The phrase "Stupid cunt"
.

Morning ignorance inflicted on pretty bare flesh
Faces glares from the hardened and mature stress
Of women that have been there
The scars hardened in the innocent crushed
The absence of tenderness
In the face of the rushed
.

The tube carriage rage
That leaves the commuter's page for the day
With the tense portrait
Of the face that espresses hate
Because the girls cannot hide
From the lust of the ride
The demanding stares of the tube train ride
Each day to Ealing Broadway
.