TRAINS & RAIN:
North London meetings along unfamiliar rail links, unusual clothes
combinations & the kind’ve hairdo’s that gets you into trouble
round here. Sifting out the words from the noise & the habitual desire
to turn everything into ‘nice-ness’. It’s like a tic, an itch that has to be
scratched to stop the day from going bad. These beautiful words are
turned to junk through an obsession to write in rhythms.
I got to see a doctor…or