Wednesday 7 May 2008

Underground nonsense

Summer underground
And the tube is vacuum packed,
But the ipod opens spaces
When my eyes close like clams.
When I think about elections
I stop getting erections
But Tories do that to you, sometimes.

Summer underground
And such beauty reading novels,
But the skin opens spaces
As a breeze devours the train.
We all try not to make contact
When all we really want is contracts
The city makes us lonely, sometimes.

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