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The billowing Invisible pillows Of oven air Pressing Surrounding Attempting To mollify Liquefy or Bake A dense Imperative to Change state Figures Droop and Drip Bottled water Is Initially Sipped And Then ****** at With placid Desperation Until plastic vessel Is an empty lung That inhales with A suctioned Creak Then exhales Vapour Breathing on lip’s Sweat That then slides Down Ever Down Pulled by Under ground gravity Forming A river of Consciousness A blurring of Memory and Passive observation Until everyone Seems to be Part of one Melted mind A slippery hive Of semi-conscious cogs Slowly turning Turning Forgetting where Left is Where right is Instead Moving forward Pooling with the masses As they slink Forward Up stairs Through tunnels Funnelled ever forward Pushed out Rising ever up At pace with Steam Then Then Rush of wind And Out into the open air Aware Suddenly of Sun Clouds Pavement Nostrils Filling The feeling of Remembering A loosening A separation From the sweaty Stream of commuters A grounding Knowing suddenly Here There Here Lip still sweaty The wind blows cool You pause Then swept Into another Current Of people With a purpose That can’t be gleaned March on March on Till your front door Then Then Hide as you slide down Pressing your self Against the solid dam A shield against the rush Another day is done But The city still sweats Outside Beneath the blanket Of the season Tossing turning Fitful and full of Floating dreams And the glossy steamed Mirage of a nightmare Then Then You sleep
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC
London Summer
The billowing Invisible pillows Of oven air Pressing Surrounding Attempting To mollify Liquefy or Bake A dense Imperative to Change state Figures Droop and Drip Bottled water Is Initially Sipped And Then ****** at With placid Desperation Until plastic vessel Is an empty lung That inhales with A suctioned Creak Then exhales Vapour Breathing on lip’s Sweat That then slides Down Ever Down Pulled by Under ground gravity Forming A river of Consciousness A blurring of Memory and Passive observation Until everyone Seems to be Part of one Melted mind A slippery hive Of semi-conscious cogs Slowly turning Turning Forgetting where Left is Where right is Instead Moving forward Pooling with the masses As they slink Forward Up stairs Through tunnels Funnelled ever forward Pushed out Rising ever up At pace with Steam Then Then Rush of wind And Out into the open air Aware Suddenly of Sun Clouds Pavement Nostrils Filling The feeling of Remembering A loosening A separation From the sweaty Stream of commuters A grounding Knowing suddenly Here There Here Lip still sweaty The wind blows cool You pause Then swept Into another Current Of people With a purpose That can’t be gleaned March on March on Till your front door Then Then Hide as you slide down Pressing your self Against the solid dam A shield against the rush Another day is done But The city still sweats Outside Beneath the blanket Of the season Tossing turning Fitful and full of Floating dreams And the glossy steamed Mirage of a nightmare Then Then You sleep
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC
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