Stories, Rhymes and Brain fallout.

A nice Man. Nice bloke no dope, standing still asking why,  had some pain wouldn’t cry.  He’s a never been -now he wants to scream -  he done a show and no-one seen. He’s a nine to fiver  saving fivers by shopping around,  Used to be a raver now he’s a pound saver,  blew his love away by thinking of pay -  instead of some play. Should have slowed down, taken a look around  He might have found - meaning,  two for a pound.

Caught the early bird train to London the early bird catches the mice so it seems Grey men, grey suits, grey hairs on the laptops  Announcements. No tea or coffee trolley today ,the trolley is broke.  The bloke across from me is typing like it’s his last will and testimony pale,very pale,  mortgage payments looming business ain’t booming on the early bird.

Shopping malls ultimate dope lured in by Waterstones Grazing Gazing Making bad decisions after a gut wrenching Americano and gastro Donut Delis, Deli belly Delhi would be heaven. My 'Afterlife' - trying to fit in. I'm cross culture - mixed culture not race, Meditation in the morning footie in the afternoon Nostalgic about the 70's not the music but the terrace wars Theatre in the evening, wrong clothes ,wrong accent, A give away. Culture is a fortress guarded by the fake, 'No trainers mate' (unless ripped vintage)

Eve didn’t eat the apple, she took a photo on it.  God is an eye in the sky brought to you by ‘I spy’ God’s a satellite, his angels are algorithmes  Facial recognition be his cameras He’s watching he’s watching -watch out -you’re watched every day same time.  No need to pray, just connect and pay The good die their data goes to heaven  The bad die their data goes public - full on , no holds barred full frontal public shaming.  God is meek but hates the weak, protects the strong, the slick and the sleek. 

Stood at ‘arrivals’ - sliding doors,  a constant stream of suitcase and tans,  dazed overnighters, long distance backpacks,  Grey men grey suits with laptop trollies, Family re-unions, on-line lovers,  drivers with names on cards,  sportsmen, fans,  secretive 'anons' with big sunglasses,  Tears,fears, longing, sad, overjoyed,  Eyes watching the eta board, well bored. Funny hat and matching t-shirt tourists. Headphone zombies, Far off cultures looking dazed, The young ‘omg’ looking ‘amazed’.  Arrivals,  overpriced coffee for the ones that play the waiting game. Mums and Dads taxi Ltd Friends and lovers clock watching,  adjusting appearance, clutching flowers . Smart phone watchers, Arrived, hugs and kisses tears and laughter “let’s talk after” nods and winks, stares. Welcomed, wasted, refused, illegal, sent back.  Fun and games in the arrival zone. 

In the end he was killed by a very short fall Ironic and symbolic 'cos he wasn't that tall In fact, on reflection he was really quite small Now there he lies in the dust on the floor.

Important people like politicians travel first class so not to be too influenced by the underclass, I travel second class it’s on my ticket like a badge of dishonor.  Paying through the nose for a cup of brown water called coffee - I think a gram of coke would be cheaper. ‘Americano’ so called because it’s like  Trump -overrated , wrong color, and probably full of shit.  So I have this ‘fair trade coffee’ served by a minimum wage slave, even before I drink it I know it will upset my tummy, (the last bit of bodily resistance to the daily poisoning). ‘Fair Trade’ coffee, what does that mean? What’s the ‘fair’ bit? the swings and roundabouts of international trade deals. People watching,  fellow travellers ,  different stations ,  same coffee,  same luggage,  same stress, where’s my passport, where’s my phone,  where’s my bag ,the kids will find their own way home.