Beep. Release. Steady wurring. Grove nor gardens. Victoria. Heavy wurring. Bump up. Stop. Pull outwards, breathe.
C10. Canada Water. Another steady wurr. Eight people.
Starbucks. Pret. Steady walking. Humming. Handrail vibrating. Slightly crampt in seat. Can see van edging forward. Off. Pull back. Release. Giddy, drunken, unsteady. Corner of my eye while writing.
Pavement slurring past. Railings shiny. Suitcases. Chatting, no sound. Walking. Cigarettes, bags. Lost. Holding. Looking confused. First leaves falling.
C10 to Canada Water.
Eebury Bridge. Grunting bus. Working man, bikes, scaffolding. Indicate. New people. Opposite sides of bus. Bags, bridge. Development. Distant drilling. Knocking into brain, slow wurring, purring from bus. Cars, cars, cars, pointing, thinking, discussing. Bump up. Five seconds later down. Cars, cars. Pointing. Which way. Down off the floor. In the ripped seat, supposedly for comfort. We slowly sink down, lady in head-scarf attempts her exit, halt. Reflections, passing, didn’t look.
Sweeping, concentrated. Talking, moving arms. Looking, observing. Newspaper. Man at bus stop. Walking. How many people reading?
Wine, family meal. Kids. Pimlico station.
Sit, lining red, huge lorry. Sssssss
Low hissing, distant language. Lives. Torn, bike. Phone, turn, chat. Ear-rings. Shadow. Hold my hand. Tate Britain. Gardens, intimate. Soup. Unstable. Building. Page, page, cosy. Shadow. Watching. Hum, Vhm.
C10 to Canada Water.
Mess. Chat, headscarf, chat. Cars, shiny untouchable cars. Vibrating purr.
Texting, not looking. Reflection. Doesn’t look.
Fake spotters this way (opposite way).Milbank.
Talking. Always talking. Tight shirt. Not looking. Strolling.
Fringe. Open. Ren. River. So big, vast, glistening. 1 2 1 2 1 2 run, run, run, run. Clump to the right. Stop, pull forward, release. Purr.
C10 to Canada water.
Rivers of the world. What is that language behind me? Green, white, red, white, green.
All merges into one
Hospital. Emotionless. No change given. What’s creeping from behind? Purr
Ad2one. This way, this way. Two languages-3?
Lower marsh. Ha-ha, no way man! Both arms out a little, strolling. Swaggering.
Nothing and nowhere to be.
Poles. Scratch Sssssss . Muffled leeeep. Language school in quirky writing. What if they can’t read it?
Feet first. Up, down, up, down. Vivid blue. Specaldy yellow thin line.
Gnat, grrrrrattllkl, vvvvvuuurrummn. Pull back. Forward. Stop. Ride. Helmet. Hue yellow, flap round curve, cut white, passing....passing, round, round. Wawo wawo urrnonun, wawo wawwaw.
Fine print. Boundaries. Divisions, stops between you and everything. Black smudges, crying down the walls. Walls of what? Another division.
Rocking past, round. Cars to eager. Hypnotising hubcap. Wurring, purring. Building up. Click, click, bush, bush, bush. Beat, time, rhythm, and hustle all things bashing into one, just from the way you walk?
Reflective. Cramming. Too much scaffolding on one thing. Going o collapse. Break.
Vuuur, seeah. Top small, coffee, cigarette. Trying to be proud?
No rush. Don’t worry. No rush. Books clasped. Grasped. Floor, look at floor. What? Like a bloody prison. Hmm.....
Flop, trap, flop, trap, waoow, thwack.
Vibrating. Vibrating, steady drilling, wurring deeper. Halt, scraactch. Vvaruuuwaa, ku clum. Thank you clasped. Dent, crunch there’s too much yellow. Too much.
Notice one thing, leads to another. Princess Street.
Elephant and Castle. New crap. Pipe, rubbish. Cough. Sand. Talking. Police are coming. Waow, waow, waow. Beep, beep. Halt. Stop. Go. City. Chichi, wur. Picking up pace. Blowing. Off
Glasses, sun. No sun. No context. Don’t come near me. Pink. Follow diversion. Pink, red, red.
Look at the floor, up, up. Blurr, humn. Adrenalin.
Halt, pull back, push forward, and stop.
Splodges. Dalmatian pavement.
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Scratch
Sunglasses. No sun.
Asleep.Leaning towards me. Sit
Two new, maybe three? Busy, chewing, sloshing, slopping food round. Nasty open chewing gum.
Druum drundruadudududu
New language times two
Vvuuue waawawa. Tap, thinking, impatient
Looking. Thinking?
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i'm not mad.
no, you aren't izzy.
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