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Today, [COLOR=yellowgreen]lime green[/COLOR]. Tomorrow, the end.

"What you looking at don't you look at me look the tunnels slipping around us
tar-stained in the dark electric snakes tubehole-wind
the suit got fat hair on his blonde in a fast move under glass
chemical hair in black split to knee
tubehole-wind dust in the face

in the nose

plaster slab-rat
leather straps between the fingers
wood splinters between its rubber feet
diesel infection
tubehole-wind wanker wanker I smell smoke
I smell you exposed
I smell you exploding in the tubehole
black stains on the walls standing creased against the plate glass
beggar's hound knows a warm place away from these stainless holes
these stained feelings
begging mother suqatting in the new tubehole
squatting with baby winter and teeth in the tubehole-wind for something small

and offering

White City tubesnake approaches these broken shoes
Mexican bankrupt factory shoes
go shoelesss or re-stock with Reebok
endless sport-foot in the Bond Street tubewind brushing chocolate off her
begging sister
I love her
Polythene left unattended in the tubehole bag is a threat at Nottinghill

Still

I love your red plastic bucket seats
discomfort by design
that big alloy tube running up underneath your nicotine lips
come closer
the sun burns colder

So

the lines between definitions blur,
Conversations are poetry
The City is filled with Rhythm
Beautiful Melody
Noise is music,
Fragements protrude and read "The Places'
Experiences distilled to essence

These are the chunks I commit to paper
Carry with me

To be repeated
Re-introduced to the cacophony
Echoing their original, beautiful collisions"