Scales that rise
scales that fall from dead men
and their eyes,
the clock that speaks of time

Jubilee line musings.

Him with salt and pepper hair
her with braids
a young man wearing shades!
no sun

cycle shorts
unisex?

She carries bags in arms
that drag
I carry bags under my eyes,
no room there for scales.

Purple bricks and plastic free
advertising blinding me
poetry on the underground?

Man in wellingtons?
well
it is Waterloo
and when in Rome.

Brandy
but
he's nearly finished the bottle
he looks finished anyway
and off to sleep he goes.

Time to stop
I'm almost there
and soon I will forget it all
I always do.