Archive for the '2 (Rubbish)' Category

beggar lady reappears

Saturday, September 10th, 2005

Slumping on the harsh uninviting, dreary plateform of Charing cross, spliting a rolly coldth a friend. This Friday nighttime is infested with drunks, and for the first time, we are not the worst off; we do not smell the worst. Late-night, unnerved tourists don’t even look —a couple smile. I begin spreading our cold ,wore […]

Mirror tells no lies

Monday, September 5th, 2005

Beholding the aging ladie bewildered me. I personally gawped sincerely at the tender old line on her face also at her greying hair,. Crinkles on her forehead intesified. I want to smooth them out . Then she starts to grin that accentuates the laugh lines in the area of her lips. Adventures of a […]

Train waiting

Friday, September 2nd, 2005

Motionless on the dank lonely, harsh plateform of Waterloo Station, sharing a rolly with her friend. This Friday early morning is scattered with drunken bums, and this time, we are not the most intoxicated; by comparison we are looking quite good. Late night, paranoid foreigns don’t even look —a few ask direction. We begin […]

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 […]

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 […]

Lovers in the cold

Friday, August 26th, 2005

Parked on the dank drippy, harsh plateform of Kings Cross, deviding up a metho cigerette with her lovers. This Friday early morning is full of rejected drunks, and this time, we are not the most intoxicated; nor are we the the worst smelling. Nervous, paranoid tourists try and pertend we don’t exist —a few want […]