The Somnaumbulist

[FP123]

Hi Joe.

I'm new to the forum. Still finding my feet.

I like the feel of this piece very much.

Frank

Bumph. We're home again. - Wasn't sure you need the 'h' - Bump fits better to me with your other intro words.
I sleep outside a train-line. 
My room hangs over railways
and I’m lullab-ied by - not sure you need the hyphens.
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,  - Lovely.
sprinkle asphalt in my tea;
the next best thing to sweetener. 

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.

Very nice work.