Purple Train Driving Hippo's

The train
clatters on the tracks
travelling through my brain
made of candle wax

The driver is a hippo
he takes me where I wouldn't go
he's purple
with a funny glow  
reminding me of what I shouldn't know
winding , binding , inside coves  
igniting memory , lightning probes .

I am who I wasn't
and I was
what I am not
all I am is what you see
and the past should be forgot .

Don't taunt then bring
the gone into everything
anylising , scrutinising
none of it's worth realising
it's in the earth
so let it lie then
purple hippos
aren't for finding .  
Written by diddi (StephenPaul Summerscales)
Published | Edited 21st Mar 2012
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