midnight drunken ramble,
car park vacant, cold.
head to platform’s shelter,
electric eyes behold.

merry shadows tumble,
dance on black tarmac,
cast from phosphor lights of
transient abodes.

hashish to break and crumble,
guard from wind and rain.
lit with sparkèd flame, the
joint is handed round.

steel stallions rumble
over metal veins,
fed on oil and lightning,
galloping in to night.