March 20.
Petrol never smelt so pure...
Mask on. A nurse, slumped at
the back of an empty bus,
can barely afford the sunshine.
She is on a conference call
to a fantasy land where there
are no ladders and she is
royalty through occupation alone.
Earphones in.
She is miles away from an eviction notice
and every mile she runs is for her thought process alone.
She has money untied in her account
that can be any currency but sterling.
She's just awaiting the gun.
But as the driver puts his foot down
she is rocked back to reality,
A witness to groups flocking beaches.
Hoarders who would let their neighbours swim
then drown in their own waste.
They've been taught to fend for
themselves for years,
when were they suddenly going to change?
She realises that her time on the front line will be an age.
Beyond this time is white noise.
No cornerman or hydration
But if she could hazard a hope
she'd be in a cafe in central Paris.
Awaiting a Calvados, followed by a stroll along the seine
Ready to be swept off her feet by moonlight.
Watching the tower lights. but until then...
she sets foot in the elevator,
and realises her time on the front line will be an age.
the back of an empty bus,
can barely afford the sunshine.
She is on a conference call
to a fantasy land where there
are no ladders and she is
royalty through occupation alone.
Earphones in.
She is miles away from an eviction notice
and every mile she runs is for her thought process alone.
She has money untied in her account
that can be any currency but sterling.
She's just awaiting the gun.
But as the driver puts his foot down
she is rocked back to reality,
A witness to groups flocking beaches.
Hoarders who would let their neighbours swim
then drown in their own waste.
They've been taught to fend for
themselves for years,
when were they suddenly going to change?
She realises that her time on the front line will be an age.
Beyond this time is white noise.
No cornerman or hydration
But if she could hazard a hope
she'd be in a cafe in central Paris.
Awaiting a Calvados, followed by a stroll along the seine
Ready to be swept off her feet by moonlight.
Watching the tower lights. but until then...
she sets foot in the elevator,
and realises her time on the front line will be an age.