Wired

Sometimes I am inside a bubble but You can’t touch me. Or feel.  I’m behind a screen of complex clarity. Mouthing.  The momentum of belief, of conviction, lost Disappated by routine and torpor Diluted by that last glass So seemingly vital then.  Shutting down is easy and I am so still. So still.  Wake me…

Tube

So I’m on a tube. Speeding from Baker Street to Waterloo. Ion the silver shiny jubilee line.  This was my old commute down to Canary Wharf. Today I get off earlier but oh how much have I reacted to this trip? I feel such a sense of loss as I stand here avoiding tourist backpacks….

Silver spoon

I look for a silver spoon To help the medicine go down  The bitter taste sticks around And reminds me that  Life is not all sugar It’s not so sweet at times. But then, sugar isn’t really sweet A history stained with tyranny and tears.  Shielded by marketing and greed But it fixes the rancid…