The Red-Eye
4am: The birds are out.
- And the early businessmen.
Check-in: We jostle in lines like wind blown suits
Flapping to beat each other at queuing.
Caffeine: A dose I hope will kick me up
Before I meet the client's dream team.
Sunrise: Spreads red light like a sore
And rubs the blood specks in my eyes.
I have a set of documents that I should read
But can't face. Failure presses against my brow
Like a car crash in waiting.
But once, alone in a car park at Heathrow,
A silent 747 strummed the fences like guitar strings
And threw down at me a whirlwind
Like the breath of another world.
Oct 03
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Friday, September 29, 2006
September 2006. London
I caught a black taxi from the city airport. I was struggling with the stupid seatbelt which kept locking on the reel.
'Get your fingers on the slit and push it in gently. Pretend she's an 18 year old,' said the taxi driver.
'Get your fingers on the slit and push it in gently. Pretend she's an 18 year old,' said the taxi driver.
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