Monday, October 23, 2006

going underground

I took the meaning from his lips as though a water diviner scratching in the raw earth.
Dry and crusty but irrefutable in the light of the statements that preceded and followed.
I knew, as the morning broke the day like yolk spilling from an egg, that the shit was gonna hit the fan. And when it did it would sure as hell fly my way.
Dog bones and tired old newspapers littered the gutter whilst the rain whipped down and the wind blew a callous calling note.
How the hell did he always get to be so right?
Insight?
Intuition?
Maybe just being in the right place at the wrong time was his secret. If so, then it was a secret I did not want to get to know better. I mean, there are some girls who will do a man a favour but you wouldn’t take them home to meet your parents would you?
The sun rose a little higher as if to escape from the filth that mankind pumped out and sent its way. Almost as though it knew that humanity was a dire contagion that might spread and eclipses its glorious glow.
Fat chance.
We can’t even get back to the moon without blowing up a continent.
How the hell had he been so right?
I took the papers and shoved them into my brief case and then I shuffled off to find the tube.
There is always safety in numbers I thought.


" Horror underground
London Underground train crashed at Moorgate station, killing 43 and injuring many more.
The train, arriving from Drayton Park, was packed with commuters when it overshot the platform and ploughed into a dead-end tunnel.

The intense heat and twisted wreckage meant the last passenger was not rescued until late in the evening."





words by cocaine jesus

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