The starved day drags itself towards night through the thick grim mist, laboriously. Nothing but clouds of Londoners rush past the lonely window watching as drops of rain smother everything obscure. Kettled in a box-room, mocking laughter echoes through the hallway from my flatmates rooms. Photographs on Facebook reflect in my bleared glasses, a group […]
Read more "morning after"The hawk-talon moon torn into the sky, The sun, owl-eyed lurking in the dark. The war-stricken city; Great shards of glass, A mere cut on England’s cheek. The faceless city; a flood of faceless faces Streaming through the rubble, Through fallen corpses of giants slain. A city worn down by endless rattling of carriages By squeaking […]
Read more "Primrose hill"Man in a poncho Blue jumper Stains on the sleeve Waft of tobacco Black grey greasy hair Franticly twisting his hair into curls with both hands Annie. Morrisey. A mop. A shaggy dog. Wide-eyed. Unshaven. Something at the window catches him. He sees me staring at his eyes in the window. Flinching. Scratching. Curling his […]
Read more "S C E N E"‘A friendly doctor. That’s all we want Nice doctors. Don’t we, eh? No one can hear me They’ve all got there effing plugs in’ The trees and houses and fields and wasteyards and train stations and train station carparks and cars parked in train station car parks all raced past. A litre of water. Innocent […]
Read more "By the loud table seat on the train."Walking through the fog of people… A jogger puts his two arms out Resting his hands on my shoulder -Get the fuck out of the way idiot. Along the south bank, on a sunny day The tall glass building which appear As if their walls are great long windows Burn with light so beautifully… My […]
Read more "London"Quiet roads Easy parking Lunch has been eaten Brunch has been eaten Coffee And Cake Have been drunk And Eaten. Heavy feet tramp The muddy leaves Past the canal Past the cast away bottles Past the tossed crisp packets Past the Tesco’s shopping trolley. The sun reflects off These like stars in water. A ghost […]
Read more "Easter Sunday"Together, running, we jump the queue behind A small blonde girl. A black cap turned backwards. White adidas trainers. Smoke? He takes it from her without hesitation A deep puff, puncturing a small light in the air Like a torch it won’t go out. Mate, this is herbs. He shoves the whole thing, still lit, […]
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