TOO MUCH SPACE IN THE CITY. WHAT’S WRONG?:
Sleeping Beauty’s riding trains,
In a necklace of fake diamonds,
Concealing her appeal in an old jumper,
The colour of pale Summer,
Nobody looks,
Messages are written,
On Pink paper
In Biro,
By girls who press their faces into corners,
Hold their heads in hands,
Shaking,
Whispering names,
Incantations,
Singing alone in crowds,
With low voices,
Like voodoo queens,
Singing in Russian,
Writing in English,
Pressing up against windows,
For something flat & hard,
Men glance,
Through stubbled faces,
Distracted,
Play,
Electric games,
With nimble thumbs,
Busy-busy,
On-the-go,
Numbing the pain,
“Never, never, never been”
Says a chocolate voice,
Obscured by a crowd,
Too many mouths,
Breathing too little air,
White wires,
Black wires,
Red & Black wires,
Everybody breathing each other’s breath,
Intimately pressed,
Against each other’s body,
Morning soap,
Warm perfume,
Tiny clicks of rhythms,
Buried in ears,
Curves,
Too close for comfort,
Evoking memories,
Squeeze in
Squeeze out,
Rip the headphones off a stranger,
Rushing to get somewhere,
Deadline,
Lifeline,
Do your make-up on trains,
Swathed in fake diamonds,
Eye-liner perfect,
The Piccadilly Line is a dog,
I’m going back to the Victoria Line,
She loves me better.
(K)
A far distant memory for me, thank goodness
Summer of course brought out all the interesting odours
in all their glory
People passing out with the heat
Why do we accept this?
Voodoo
Hoodoo
People*
sorry i’m not so good in on line love.s
Wahrscheinlich hast Du Recht……..
du machst irgendwas falsch.
Stay with Victoria she’s the fastest.