A one stop dribble (written in between 2 stops on the district line train - un edited)

I start this at the moment of docking into Aldgate East,

They say something about pan - cree - ass?

This train is in a hurry!

Screeching blast..

I come close to the place we artists want to be from..

Its trendy to say:

"I'm in Whitchaple darling..

Bricklane"

All this sucking up to an image of fame is - quite honestly

Lame..

For "what's in a name"

and who cares if your part of the club that drives the artist's train..

An elating journey

The Cattle ,

Scrambling for an inch within to park their professional behinds

The Carriage,

almost topples over from the weight of exasperated faces.

Inundated with selfish thoughts,

A red bleary eye ogling the possibility of an empty seat.

The giggles escape us as we uncouthly brush against each others front bottoms.

Our limbs and heads outstretched to the nearest prop.

I cannot see the curve that outlines my breast, for the elbows that tickles them rudely..

My coat is red and green and frayed,

The heard is released as is my breath..

by the expected beeping of flirtatious electronic prison doors.

fluffy squirle tails and soggyness

Why is it we walk on pathways when grass and mud surround us?

Maybe it is because we are unwilling to end up with soggy feet in the middle of winter...

Or maybe its because the pathways are there to entice us?

Whispering sentences like; " go on walk on me.. you know you want to hear the clack of your heals upon my concrete skin"

Why is it that we have normalised the act of admiring beauty through a lens? have we forgotten the use of our eyes..? or have we ran out of time for seeing?

Do we now allow the lens to savour those moments of beauty we wernt there for?

So now we can show our friends and say we remember..

And why is it that I am writing these thoughts on a "smart phone"

disconnecting from the paper that touches my pen and allows my words to mark it fluidly?

maybe I should finally give in to the realisation that this is the way now...

Unplugged.