TRAINS & RAIN:

North London meetings along unfamiliar rail links, unusual clothes combinations & the kind’ve hairdo’s that gets you into trouble round here. Sifting out the words from the noise & the habitual desire to turn everything into ‘nice-ness’. It’s like a tic, an itch that has to be scratched to stop the day from going bad. These beautiful words are turned to junk through an obsession to write in rhythms. I got to see a doctor…or

(K)