I want to paint a train
I want to paint the smell of a packed lunch with an apple in it,
I want to paint to the impossibility of the Highland Falcon never going on it’s last trip,
I want to paint the rich claret Highland Falcon on it’s last trip,
I want to paint Sierra Knight shining on the red carpet,
I want to paint Steven Pickle shouting in his phone.

I want to paint the taste of the Highland Falcon on a mid- summers day as it goes on it’s final journey around Great Britain,
I want to paint the distance between the parallel lines of the train tracks the Highland Falcon runs on,
I want to paint the memory of the Highland Falcon’s steam engine screaming,
I want to paint sound of the Highland Falcon’s steam rumble like a cheetah,
I want to paint the Highland Falcon zooming off around Great Britain.