Archive for August, 2005

bedranglled angle

Monday, August 29th, 2005

Slumping on the lonely dank, drab plateform of Kings Cross station, deviding up a fag with her lover. This Sunday nighttime is scattered with drunken bums, and for once, we are not quite the drunkest; nor do we smell the worse. Late-night, parenoid tourists try and pertend we don’t exist —a couple smile. We are […]

Worn down

Monday, August 29th, 2005

Viewing the worn down lady amazed me. I personally gawped honestly at the tender ageing line below her eyes and her defalted lips,. Crinkles on her brow expand. I crave to touch her face and flatten the wrinkles . Then her face lights up as she smiles that magifies the laughter lines around her […]

God bless you

Sunday, August 28th, 2005

Croched on the damp dreary, uninviting steps of Charing cross, spliting a soggle ciggerete
with a boyfriend. This Saturday early morning is infested with drunks, and this time, we are not the most intoxicated; in compariosn we are doing quie well. Lost, unnerved foreigns don’t even look —a couple ask for diections. I am spreading […]

Famility

Sunday, August 28th, 2005

Observing the old lady shocked me. I stared honestly at the kind ageing winkles around her month and at the way she covered up the missing hair,. The worry lines on her brow grew deeper. I crave to touch her face and flatten the wrinkles . Suddenly her face transforms as she smiles that […]

Been a good run

Sunday, August 28th, 2005

Beholding the aged ladie startles me. I stare plainely at the gentle aging crinkles on her face and at the way she covered up the missing hair,. The laguhter lines on her forehead get deeper. I resist the desire to try and flaten them out . Then she begins to grin that shows up […]

Terror of old age

Saturday, August 27th, 2005

Croched on the drippy drab, bleak plateform of Paddington, sharing a rolly with her shivering boyfirend. This Sunday night is a commune for the drunk and hopeless, and for the first time, we’re not the worst off; we don;t even look that bad by comparison.. Latenight, cold foreigns blank us —a few are looking for […]