THE ART OF LAUGHING:
Good company & a trickle of tea to bring a spark to another
air conditioned box on the other side of the stinking
Emerald City. Wash the grime off my skin, the steely sweat,
the dust at the back of my throat encrusted with the dead skin
of millions.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
Floating around the dead skin of millions, reasons why I don’t love the Underground. It makes me wretch. The trains coming in always make me flinch and the crowds unbearable. You’ve lost a little love of the Emerald city, the boat lingers in your soul.
Get out of the box…
Detox*
water…water…water*