How many layers

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 It’s a how many layers?

kind of day

The sun is out but further away

A scanning the station piazza 

For whose wearing what morning

A fur trimmed parka comes out

Without warning

With autumnal clarity

Overcoated punctuality

Beard sprouting from underneath surgical mask

New normal actuality

Stick up man ticket collector

Hello stranger

I’m sure I once met you

Back in the old times

When did this all begin?

Please wear your face

Covering correctly

It must be over the nose

To work effectively.

I’m working up a head of steam

Heading for platform two

Hope I wake up from this dream 

pen my eyes and see you


It’s a how many layers 

kind of day

Always wear a vest

when work rest or play

It’s the same but different

Life with brand new insertions

More terms and conditions

And upgraded versions

Now your train won’t be stopping

There’s no time for hesitation

It’s the refrain we are adopting

At this our final destination

Buddleia railings ivy and brambles

Layer upon layer of signs, poin s and cables

Failing to deliver us

A simple solution

How many layers 

Will bring absolution?

Lagging the secular track we unroll

The thermal insulation

And regain control


It’s a how many layers 

kind of a day but

No grass under pavements

Only no more grey.






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