On The Rails.

On The Rails

Splat goes puffer elbow into the plastic whilst dangled eye to eye the bald man of Bethnal green white cheek white brow left side dark lets orange shadow flight across Cambridge heath, elbow up, swiggle jig, 1664, another elbow to lips cold can sip, a man of beard sitting opposite a rucksack having a beer with his rucksack a four pack 1664.
Grass hopping legs of victory yellow and green the mountain of the hammer pills wreck pick blows, the sickles walk out of the chairs then back in a shimmy to the left, a shimmy to the right, splutter on a floor carpet its shiny out the window out the sliding doors
Shadows stick to feet
Ping
Shunck
Lets
Begin
Hop out
The way
Chinese cheese
Dragon
We have now arrived
At Liverpool street
Black slide yellow slide
Wood cut cut cuts
The ears the plugs
The voice
Sing hum
The blinks the lashes
Black
Triangles on triangles
Flutter flutter
Black whirl pools
Suck the dark
Pink on mole
Skin
Everything covered in that
Syrup golden light
Party pillar smiles
Laughing cow
Lucky music
Lucky book
The gear lover
Two shine shine shine
Edible bricks low to low
Lucky purple winks the lights
Golden Maureen
Gold corner diamond lapel marooned blazer.
Sleeve ring green to shoes
Electric chord wipes on scarf
Driss doss shapes
The voice the song the creak
Moorgate
Where the shadows lie
Whats the truth
Brown eyes
I will do that
I never can
Ive struggled to move on
Im so disgusted with pisces
Im struggling to be me
Blonde barbicon no hat
Maroon hood no face
Hat to hair
Neither knows
I wont tell him
Does he not know that
Ill get that in writing
In fiction that its a pleasure working with you
The doors to hammer smith
Exit for the blind people didn’t even see the honey
Winnie in a jar
Blue and white bee
Flowers of orange gold and Maureen
Popper up popped
Head rock
Hands in pockets
Dozey lip squint
Down the lemon vine
Euston we have a square
Oliver gazing in the liliac
Red oh red
White coffee cup
Gloves touch the papers
The hinges squeak and shunt
They march towards the stair
Four fingers one thumb two rings me lady
Black a glove
Motor cycle night elipse watch silver
Cuft of colgate
Dental freezen stripes
Across to the buttons greeting in the yellow tree forest
Black leather to leather
Two giant buttons up the steps of the hundred laced thousand skipping flies watching from the eggs sewn on the black bay forest blink flutter flutter dark then orange light lucky purple gloves, on black double bag graffiti on the mauve key scratched gristled grimes. Blueness in the fog, the lamps of tea alien eyes sparkle like multicoloured blazing stars, diamonds on the end of fingers, a clothes shop full of singers, sewing machines. Alien lamps for alien eyed paradise. Wicked grease faces sketched in lead in between the pillars of Euston square the blocks of coal mined time ago. Sit amongst the somme in square windows like mirrors from enchanted lands that call out the door. Who is the fairest. Come and step inside sit upon the coal laced floor. You will be the fairest of them all. Feed me feed me your electric people feed me songs tickets to the right blue arrow briefcase in the left, the trumpets, call dares saleem shalom sari the metal on the road chugs, purrs some whistle like silver bubbling in a pan, frosties frosties tree branch, mirrors cracks of jade glass the avocado the mix the ketamine trip that spans a lifetime that smell of moulden fruit not soft sharp crackles beside the lamp blowing across the wind street to the tower. Streaky pete bacon splats. Koh – I – nour red chewed pencil on beige tiled walls. Bathroom port.
Over the lean till line stucking saucer head bubble wrap gravity blip the judder salute sea sea sea gold oh fur hat cloak ears pop naked fur face rub rub bus stop bench smooth pine stair way hidden behind the wall,
Beige tiled brown tiled pure white tiled wall. The checks standing on chefs trousers ceiling made of hat, bourbon map of biscuits pure worlds of stepping motion, check the tiles, toppity tip tap, mind the gap secret door for sesame coaster sea sea sea.
Popped out and in they call her the mole. The thief that burrows then pops out her hole straight in so quick one flick of her wrist then out again fast as a blink a wink to her reflection a touch of her hat. Looking out her window the pink tiled bathroom window on two trains stopped then going separate ways into the deep mole tunnel of pure good black into her brown leather sack the chocolate goes.
Steps sparkling like christmas skies
White lines fluffing sparkling like a willy wonka star shine banisters gleams in the light.
Sparkle, sparkle how bright can we get, brighter and brighter, follow the diamond tiles, the diamond on the yellow line, mind the gap please, how shiny can we get brighter and brighter, every shiny drop like dew, spinning in the morning, spiders web a silking French train bon jour les tricolure the lanterns of great Portland street
Mon cherri
Suck it up
Comp plump stroke
A heart attack in glass
Blunder bluss sight
The dusty colour of blazing fog light
The blood splat souls
Caught in iron
Encased in orbed
Worlds of glass
Soul shining
Brighter brighter burning bright
A glance to the tunnel
Pitch black
Spotted with the dimpled green rose clues of bows
Spots on the dark
Splats from the track mind the gap
Green lights means go the dark tunnel sings feed me, feed me, this is the way home.