Spreading thin off the chin… this starter gets in your teeth and unzips your gob faster than you can say eye, eye, I like me a little filling from time to time. Raising up another ‘whaddawe ave here then’ ? … rapidly deleting the browser while playing ‘Don’t blink’ … or think - I stare you, and raise you another. What a ball we’re having here… somewhere between nostril and ear, we fold. Going another round of the hard stuff… pop the cork…
All in all it’s just
An, Eye ball, In the wall
Absinthe of time
An, What is a face, After all…
We’re ticking through time, absorbing everything greedily as we run through London. I always felt I’d missed out on something not coming here before… not no more.
Saw a punk in Camden Town
Sitting on the wall
He had a ten foot Mohawk
A sail on a ball
A colourful arrangement
The crowds, they stop and look
If we were in a library
Then he would be a book
And over at the station
A guy raps for his tea
Maybe for his coffee
We’ll that is what we see
And as we walk away
His words, they start to fade
We’re walking over tiles
That other voices made
KF