Sunday 14th January


You sound strong,
I wish my darlin I wish,

What are you lookin at With your money in your mouth?
A tiny Red light winking on the ceiling of the room I wake up in,
All blacked out,

The windows don’t open,
All the air we breath is conditioned,
Hissing at us as we sleep,
Covering our ears for silence,

Red signal,
Can’t move,
Leave it twenty seconds,
I’m severely disrupted,

Im a circle in pointy shoes,
Torn paper pieces strewn beneath the seat of a circle train,
I’m the gap between the platforms,
A leaning stick,
The get-off & the get back on again,
It should be embarrassing,
But it’s not,

When are we leaving?
Hurry up & live!
Keep crossing clear,
Never hit by traffic,

Acupuncture hens & massage,
Can I give you this?

It’s weird being out,
Especially going into a working men’s club,
You can drink,
But I’m not drinking


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