King’s Cross

This is London, baby…
You spend a lot of time
reminding yourself
of that –
endless hours amassed
in tubes, waiting on platforms,
at bus stops,
climbing stairs…
escalators to
passageways to
more
escalators…
Hot. Smelly and hot.
The London no one
told you about.
Crammed.
Jam-packed-finger-up-your-nose-squeaming
people’s faces
melting into the melodious
chaos
of your earphones…
inside your head.
Dwelling alongside
hopes of movie=like
meetings with destiny…
the funky, the famous,
the favoured…
Think again!!

                                      - London, 1999