mondaugen's

Sunday, September 03, 2006

england

tomorrow we cannot escape. the clouds are concrete everywhere you look. the steel sky over the park. beyond the dead channel. we don't smile, sing. far from neutral, i open my left eye. the stream is free. the cars on the autobahn are empty. you do not care. you just stand there ... on the bank of the six letter river ... alone ... and gaze to battersea behind the water ... your eyes kiss the oh so famous power station ... you are amazed ... undetached ... sparta in your ears ... then you turn back to see some more red eyes in the equally red phone booth ... because this is england ... and the angels here lack the berlin wings ...


::: get over :::