Twenty minutes, right? Twenty minutes to think of and write on this iPhone a poem, right?
I do this each night when I'm here underground. It's easy to block out the sounds of commuters who like me have found some way of setting themselves free.
I write and to me it's cathartic to pick up the phone, write my life in a poem and post it and the most it can do is **** people off so I chance it.
Twenty minutes right, twenty minutes of my life a night, that doesn't seem much to me, to write a twenty minute autobiography and call it a poem.
Usually at Liverpool street I get cold feet and want to delete what is there, but then I just share and I really don't care if anyone likes it or not.
Anyways everyone's got twenty minutes to spare and with my share of time I write poetry.