The Somnaumbulist

[Flowerchild1093]

To be honest, I can't quite tell exactly what the theme is here. In some parts I feel as though the speaker is homeless, then I feel like he takes the train alot and we're speaking of his rides between stops, and then there are areas where it seems he maybe takes the train or subway to avoid driving for some type of fear of it. Regardless of the theme, the ebb and flow of your verses is lovely and flows very well for me personally. I also enjoy many of your word choices and although I feel like I'm grasping at straws when it comes to the theme, it's quite beautiful. You don't have to voice exactly what you were going for if you don't want to, but I would enjoy knowing if you have the time to respond. Thanks for sharing. 

Bumph. We're home again.
I sleep outside a train-line. 
My room hangs over railways
and I’m lullab-ied by Is there a specific reason for the dash here?
departures and delays. 
I mutter alterations through the dark.

Crash. They’re back at work again. 
I eat beside a building site. 
My kitchen rests against the diggers 
as I season with cement,  
sprinkle asphalt in my tea;
the next best thing to sweetener. I love how you've set up this verse. I can imagine him seasoning and sprinkling his food and drink while asphalt pebbles and cement dust fly through the air.

Honk. We’re driving off again.
I piss inside a lay-by,
take baths in blood-sucked bubble-wrap
and tousle my hair for drivers’ rear-view mirrors. 
Never quite 
make it to the motorway. 

I won’t stand to be forgotten.
I won’t stand for my bed 
to be built upon. 
I won’t stand.
I won’t stand, at all. Here I can feel the sadness take over as his home is transformed into a cold city scape. Wonderful!