8th October 2009
For one who smells heavily of smoke And whether it be one who nudges their bag against me in order to annoy me further, Quite a handful Of smoke, of belongings, Of fury entering my brain. A continued whine of times long past, A deafening sound. Pieces of technology continue to surround me In an army of people moving. Why so, I… don’t know why? I realise that the music plays no heed to my ears.