Poem: Tales I tell myself

Masquerade’ by photographer Inge Morath & artist Saul Steinberg

Mother opened her legs

Each foot on a platform

Slick from 1930’s rain

And pushed me out.

Now a double act split.

Paddington, 

platform 9 on my passport

on my lungs

Inscribed in my heart.

London to Yorkshire, only three

using my feet

Found a fleet

Where minds not obsolete

bright in ways average can’t compete

Nor can you

Nor can Prince Charles

Totally unique.

Note: this poem is based on a cool documentary i'll link here. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LrSRVxcnE0o

There's a man called Barry and I really like him. This is about him.