dreaming of heaven

Hmm night

around quarter past eleven

alone on the tube, I was

dreaming of heaven 

then they came aboard

the protitutes

the swearing drunkards

a fat round lady

and a man who looked rather shady
or was it a woman 

who knows, all I know
is that the calm, 

of ramadan 

began to wane 

but then i got off and got the bus
and on it, I saw seated

a single old man

of Somali decent, of course

reciting the Quran 

an it was kind of
really beautiful
and it was restored
-the calm, of ramadan-