Vampires Crossing.

Vampires Crossing

Walking the streets of paris all over the bricks graffiti the cobbled colours shine with tainted drops of love, pink lime and cream, the waters from the river speak a different language to the thames, the bridges pulse with life, all over the shop guitars played and people sung.

At the top of hotel, the window was open, a breeze billowed the curtains and wafted in from off the ghettoed style block. On a bed sat a boy making smokes. Smokie. His friend came back and laughed, they were going to go for a wander. Hours later and after many more smoke, they left the hotel room, and took their feet upon a journey through the streets. They talked of many things.

The boat, on the boat the boy wanted a smoke, he had a poorly rolled up dog end with him, he lit it with a match from a box of matches that he pulled out of his top pocket, the match flamed it frizzled the end of the roll with a light crackling sound, the boy didnt care that his was in the bowels of the ship as he dragged on the end of his puff, he sniffed the air, which smelt of petrol, heady petrol scent, there was a queue it seemed tickets needed to be checked.

Neither the money nor the will, somehow it all worked out, fifty pee, the change spiralled out of control like a whirpool of silver and bronze all across the counter.

A lift and the boat journey was more or less over, hello family in the middle of a shop, shchinnaningans, bursting for the drop. Hop scotch. Heya, before that, bustling bubbling brook of chatter, is it alright on my birthday if i throw rosie inside the pot,

Dont throw rosie inside the pot
Don’t throw rosie inside the pot
Don’t throw rosie inside the pot

Ive got to find where Rosies gone
But first i must make a call to nature
Heya, another curly haired tot,
Children of the rainbow
Thimbleberry laughs cheekily
His cheeky laugh
Runs through the woods
Causing beautifull chaos

Rosie, where are you...

In another dream the sky is lighter than its ever been
Back on the bridge in Paris
We chat about how we so nearly didn’t leave the hotel room
Stoned, yeah you said we were going to go for a walk, i could tell you’d been smoking cozz three hours later we went for a walk,

Over the bridge, its funny just walking further and further away from where we were meant to go, venturing deeper and deeper into the unknown parts of France,
Its funny how we never meet anyone that wants to mug us
Ahh if only some English boys would turn up for us to mug, the shadowy gang in the corner say,
It never happens, we continue to skip along, moving on the walls like creatures of the night, bite bite bite, we waltz our steps like vampires, pushing harder and harder up against the wall in the alley, oozing ecstasy, gleaming in the knowledge that we have learnt, not only how to blend in and stay alive, but how to cross running water.