Archive for the '3 (Awful)' Category

The angel

Sunday, September 11th, 2005

Parked on the drab dank, harsh steps of Waterloo Station, deviding up a benson and hedge cigerette infrimth a boyfriend. This Saturday night is full of rejected drunks, and this time, we’re not the drunkest; in compariosn we are doing quie well. Lost, paranoid foreigns try and pertend we don’t exist —a few ask […]

Cold and dark

Monday, September 5th, 2005

Positioned on the drippy drab, harsh steps of Charing cross station, deviding up a smoke wretchedth her lover. This Friday early morning is infested with drunks, and this time, we are not the most intoxicated; in compariosn we are doing quie well. Misplaced, shivering tourists blank us —a few ask direction. I start spreading our […]

Stations misfits

Thursday, September 1st, 2005

Positioned on the cold damp, drippy steps of Euston Station, sharing a metho cigerette with a boyfriend. This Saturday night is infested with drunks, and for the first time, we are not quite the worst off; we do not smell the worst. Late-night, parenoid tourists don’t even stare —occasionally they ask for direction. We spreading […]

Hunched bodies

Friday, August 26th, 2005

Viewing the ancient woman amazed me. I personally gazed openly at the soft maturing lines of her chin and the way her body hunched. Wrinkles on her brow expand. I want to reach out to smooth them away . Suddenly her face transforms as she smiles that higlights some beatiful laugh lines about her […]

Cigerette in the night

Wednesday, August 24th, 2005

Sitting on the drab lonely, drippy steps of Charing cross station, sharing a smoke with a shivering boyfirend.

This Saturday night is a commune for the drunken rejects of the world, and this time, we’re not the drunkest; we do not smell the worst. Misplaced, shivering foreigns don’t even look —a few ask direction. We […]

The story of skin

Wednesday, August 24th, 2005

Watching the elderly lady mystified me. I gazed plainely at the tender aging crinkles covering her skin also at her greying hair,. The folds on her face deepen. I want to smooth them out . Then she smailes that magifies the laughter lines in the area of her mouth. Stories from a packed existance […]