Mind the gap
For there is a place
A slit in time
With an empty space
Sending you through
In a unknown direction
Travelling sideways
To another dimension
Mouth it clearly
But don’t make a sound
Commute this
The London Intheground
Tag Archives: The Mind
With the Chance of Sky
Show me the precise moment;
when your unfamiliar sky is at its exact height to which you can now call it sky.
As the unrest in the clouds
representing thoughts of an entire planets inhabitants clear; to reset control.
Gunman
As a blank man burst in
Aiming his warped mind
With a pistol firing flowers
At innocents who fell
Under petals in bloom
Never did their fragrance
Leave that usual of room
The Hexagon-Shaped-Phone
Recently, I’ve been spoken to: on a hexagon-shaped-phone. The voice was more in the phone than on it. The voice told me; real soft, that if they had to call me again, just one more time, they would tell me, most vehemently, of how much I’ve fucked up!
Then, by continuously fluffing my pillows with extinct feathers; that I had done so for the last time.
The voice then whispered for dramatic effect; saying that I had left them no choice but to – And at that moment I panicked, so I cut the voice off and have been waiting by the phone ever since!
I Eat Let.ers 