Friday on the Jubilee
no Central line?
no
not for me.

Heading West into the den
of bogeymen.

This tube train's quite deserted
I blurted out in glee
but
no one here that heard it
only
me.

Canning Town
two stops down
ghostly
in this light
she
might get on
but
no
I'm still alone and
off we go.

I could get used to this
kiss
the Central line
goodbye
but wait
North Geeenwich and
the hordes arrive
all going to their
six to five
( they tried nine to five
but it didn't pay the rent)

I might alight at Waterloo
or Bond Street
who can tell
it's so nice to
get a morning seat
and sit down for a
spell.

It's full now
heaving at the seams
and
my dreams of solitude
are gone

same faces going different places
and
more suitcases
nutcases
and in case you forget
I'm still to get to the den.

I can't decide,
Waterloo
or ride it through for
three more stops to
Bond Street and those
fancy shops
which
by the way open earlier
on a Friday
or maybe not.


A Roman contribution
Nero and hot coffee
good for the
constitution
or
so they say
but
on Friday they'll say
anything to get your
blood pumping.

Shimmering, glittery, golden
Basking in the sweltering sun

The sun is an orange orb
Big, giant, hot, burning.... burning

Feeling skin brush againt cold flesh
Feeling another heartbeat pressed to your chest

Beating hearts intertwined
The golden orb consumes

Honey drips down
Glittery, golden, sweet

On our way to being complete
Yet seperated by a chasm so deep

How shall we build a bridge?
I want to get to you

You're so far
I'm in the passenger seat of your car

Chattering like a gang of birds
You smile, but it is rehearsed

I want to dump honey on you
Thick with love and affection

So your heart will be revealed,
And also my heart for you

Glittery, shimmering, golden, true
The orange orb is you.

I let her slip through my fingers
Like moonbeams
And like moonbeams
She was never really there

if you do not write it down when you think

words will be lost



it can be done without imagination



just look at the cardigan

five buttons

one is different



some things are draining well

while the washing machine

is not



meanwhile the snowdrops bloom