Morning is moving molasses
seems like I need to wipe clean
the lens 'til it passes
Central line underground blues.

same story
he views
but still likes to choose
the way that he looks at
his life.

Red anorak lady
hold tight quilted baby
sleeping
in tune with the rest

fingernail scratchers
detach me of thoughts
as my eyes itch
to watch them some more.

stale odours
surround me

the Japanese girl
had a face mask on
she got off.

In listening to
the World through you
and your earphones
I come to the understanding
that
I have been standing
forever.

Dungarees a drag on
she's wearing them
a bag on
her shoulder
looks twenty
but
probably older


I think too much
must
have a touch of the Sun
or
a drop of the madness,