I'm on the Forest Gate Mystery Train,
With my burgled geranium eyes.
I'm on the Forest Gate Mystery Train,
Sighing goldfish clock sardine spies.
Spammed atomic; trolleyed marine,
Frost-buckled arms glow margarine,
Slender dolls slalom offside knees,
Capsules backslide into the stalagmite City.
Tutankhamen consortia;
Shoulder-penguins soggy cadge the dappled glimmer,
Ink-blot floozies aim the infatuation-Derringer:
Coffee?... Drink?
And the treacle line thuds floating eurhythmic ghostly tambourines.
The sly budgies chirp office trash -
Yammering satellites eclipse;
Aural chalk lines extradite silhouettes of lips.
Forest Gate Mystery Train -
Silence on the soundless amplifies.
I travel a million underground-air-miles,
And mermaids cycle the jelly eel sky.
Mind the gap: you're half woman, I'm half fish -
So the one and us evolves..
Forest Gate Mystery Train -
Leering, marching men; somnambulist egg brains,
Millionaires roll higher off ghostly rabbit-hutch plains.
Win a dream lottery and slap down the deposit,
In Stratford there's now a launch pad for a bungee-jumping space rocket.
(It's just by the casino).
Warp factor none,
A ready meal for one,
Microwaveable thoughts blister the bubbling plastic film,
And the plasmatic Krakatoa infusion fizzles
a Noah's Ark of arterial gerbils.
Forest Gate Mystery Train -
You've got one.
I've got one.
