The Railway Platform Weight and Fortune Telling Machine

1 August 2012

looks like a casino sun
flowering in the night, full
of calibrated science,flashing
coloured lights and a Newton’s
disc that refuses to stop
spinning until the last pollen
of weight left by that moth
of a man before me is blown
away by the wind from the train
that passes. After a throated
clang it spat out a cut cookie-
coloured card on which is
written your lucky number
and a hooking line about fate
in proportion to your weight
in the world.

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