Always go Express Bus.
Snake down the motorway,
criss crossing, picks up
at faceless places, no fuss,
Widnes through Newton Le Willows,
still fields beyond low hills,
unpromising heartland slowly drifts past.
My fellow passenger thought himself
a man apart; unique in his traveling methods.
“Out at dawn, mow the lawn, never fly.
It’s the way I take my time,
rain, hail, shine, or threatening weather.”
-Showed him the wart sliced from Garbo’s lover,
cat’s eye preserved in aspic and gin.
Toenail clippings from Presley’s sanctum,
faceless assassin with a smiling grin.
Teeth mark of Brando embedded in onion,
dagger that bled an arterial vein.
phial discovered in Marilyn’s handbag
large body part found deep in a drain.-
Always stop at Nantwich,
sandwich taken with cup of tea.
When I returned he was nowhere,
driver head counted, but he could not be seen.
-Here is the prayer book thumbed by Rasputin,
button from Hitler’s grey dressing gown.
Deep down among the folds of my suitcase,
anthrax spores, maps of innocuous towns-.