Beer-soaked bellies tend to bash my chair as they rumble past, making me jolt, drink spilling, temper flaring. Gazing at my caramel concoction, a tooth-fairy blend of Coke and sickly-sweet, candy-cane Malibu.
To myself, I do not give you permission to message him. No matter how twinkly Thursday night's sky is or how uplifting Friday's morning is, you're not to reach out. You're not to slide into his DMs with a flirty quip about how your peach is the same size and does he still live in Notting Hill or has he gone home home.
Eyeing up a bench A bit of solid mass to sit upon and escape the cold And my ridiculous self Arrived too early and now I'm confused, anxious I retreat into a toilet to escape a self that can never be escaped from And it's tough knowing I did this to me A sort of… Continue reading This is going to be a bad day
Thoughts of lemon groves and clifftop towns Come flooding in like siren calls Music to my ears, anguish to my mother's The word interrailing instils a jolt of excitement A pang of yearning It shocks me on this tube And I sizzle under it's electrical wave Sicilian lemons and towns perched atop cliffs Inked a… Continue reading A nod to travel
Chug chug chug There are looks and then there are stares And wide-eyed candy floss pink blushes Contained in dim lit, smoke studded carriages Stuffed with meat and bodies and faces and breaths Some of which aren't as sweet smelling As the dulcet tones of Elizabeth Bennett Or Mr Darcy and his linens (I presume)… Continue reading Colin Firth on my commute again
Oh coffee cup Symbol of wealth, fragility, Can't get my kicks, can't start my work, Until I've sipped you, slurped you, talked dirty to you Oh wonderful crutch In my palm oh so much Once a day when the dawn is yawning And the desks are filling I'll dodge the queues Trek upstairs to abuse… Continue reading Cafe de los reyes
I'm sorry I didn't ask you how you were As we tumbled down the stairs Like soldiers in formation I'm sorry for not tapping on your shoulder And saying howdy how's it going Instead of staying silent Humming like a torch's bulb. You see my hair was sticking to my cheeks Stuck something silly like… Continue reading Minor occasions