Sleeping in a Café,
Saturday morning like some
Drunk,
Rubbing off the glowing embers
Of a lost fire,
Coffee and people make me tired,
In London there’s a lot of
Both,
“Is he sleeping?”,
A girl says to her boyfriend
“No babe I’m dreaming,
But don’t tell anyone”,
It’s better like that,
Let them bleed their throats
Dry,
At ten past nine,
Considerate words and pointless
Endeavors,
Coffee shops are all the same,
Just past the Piccidlily line,
Tall, Black & Strong,
Notions, Motions & Blurs,
Why’s that?
I hear her say,
I close my eyes,
Jet planes fall,
Buildings slide and sink,
Gutters overflow
And madhouses too,
I think,
I hate you,
And the universe rumbles,
Agrees
© Fionn Kelvin Thomas 2019
🙂
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