Easter Sunday

Staring out at the Thames

flowing with Pale Ale

the sky dips to orange

And the birds

swoop, float and idle

on air

Unaware of the

financial difficulty

relationship drama

and the rock and roll

the rest of us deal with

everyday

floral underground

I saw a girl in the Metro

waiting for the 10 towards Austerlitz

she wore headphones and floral skirt

a bouquet of roses

stuck out of the trash can

she saw the flowers

and moved closer

she picked the petals, one at a time

she tossed them into the air

and they floated to the floor

she dropped them onto the tracks

a curious smile on her face

mice crawled and nibbled

at the velvety edges

the train came

its arrival softened

by the blood red roses

we boarded the train

she picked up a crumpled newspaper

and read the news of the day

but I don't think she cared

summers gone

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Our hero has been robotic in a sense, at times defying his natural rhythms in pursuit of something greater, perhaps intangible. While filling your head and heart with floaty love poems, he's been on some real ninja shit, running missions, rendezvous and international conversations through the breaking dawn.

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Check out what the Crew has been up to: Lila - II

Pretty Girl in the Train Station

you wear their blue uniform

but you're not one of them

no, you smile deeply

you giggle innocently

you're happy to see me when I arrive

the way you bat your eyes tells me so

you open doors

point me in the right direction

I like the train station

when you're there

we are on the same team

me and you

us against the world

against bureaucracy

against tyranny

fighting for everything

that's right and beautiful

I see the way you whisper

to your friends

when I turn my back

you can tell me

no secrets

I want to get lost

so you can give me direction

an exploration

I had just left Old Town

to walk up a great forested hill

when the rain came

I ducked into an ancient library

but the deluge lasted 

the length of a cigarette

so I left the stacks of wisdom

and the grey overhead gave way 

to electric blue 

through the canopy 

and beyond the waterfalls

past an ancient warrior ground

I saw a sign that said Magical Cavern

so naturally I followed it

at the top of the hill

was a gathering of folk

but they knew nothing of the cave

they began to talk

and suddenly with my arrival 

were questioning everything

they thought they knew

there was a soft righteous sound 

and A Whiter Shade of Pale 

drifted down the hill

but it was the Michael Bolton version

and the Magic Cave was a gift shop

so I descended

wednesday

outside the Aquarium children are playing

grey haired lesbians from middle America

are eating sandwiches

and drinking beer together

Bernard walks around

taking orders and shaking hands

he's always smiling

but he'll fucking kill you

he told me so

the regulars are here

and the people who will never come again

Stephanie works the bar

pouring drinks

washing glasses

smiling secretly

she's got an edge that I love but

her tattooed boyfriend is here too

he's into some gangsta shit

and I'm not tryin' to mess with that

people travel quickly up and down the quaint street

running errands

running from the law

going to school

on scooters, bicycles

and their own two feet

but life at the Aquarium moves slow

like a blue whale sifting through plankton

or a great white shark, idling, ready to breach

bubble juice

scents in the palace

bringing us together

you wander

and I follow

bathed in light 

and ambiance

you glance over your shoulder

I'm still there

let's get out of here

to the streets

where we can be alone

with each other

I know a place

where they know me

it's not far

if you want to come

gin for me

vodka for you

your legs press against mine

and I know it's gonna be alright

high above the city

you see the world

through my eyes

and want to know more

slow movements

gentle touch

soft lips

now you're gone and I'm still here