by Andy N
Soaked in a long brown coat
Curved over the corner
Between the outer rail
And the tunnel wall,
It was never established
Whether he tried to kill himself
Cushioned by the relentless rain
Stalled in motionless confusion
Spaced up and down the tunnel
Picking money like nettles
Wrapped in ripped hankies
Bordering the shadows
Or had it been something else
With months and months of
Hard earned money to be
Deposited in the city centre
Shelved under the wheels
With the remains
Of what had been his wife
Unclear whether they had fell
In a terrible argument
Or had been pushed.
Andy N is the author of four full poetry collections, the most recent being the streets were all we could see and with his partner Amanda Steel, the joint collection the lockdown was all we could see. He is the co-host of Stretford’s always welcoming open mic literature night Speak Easy and is the host/creator/co-host of the following Podcasts: Spoken Label, Reading in Bed, Comics Unity and Wrestle Up among others. He also does ambient music under the name of Ocean in a Bottle. His official blog is onewriterandhispc.blogspot.com.
