we are nowhere and it's now

the trippy moments 

that made up today

the trippy moments 

I got so much to say

about the trippy moments

that made up today

the ghetto greek guy

from ladbroke grove
the postboy of LSE

would you believe that he showed
me the ropes and that I was

the post boys post boy

yeah jokes

                but not so                  funny

but kind of hilarious
-yeah right on the money-
(but I fell short)
no matter we laughed
as we lugged
around two cardboard boxes

with cups of tea and sarnies, 

life is barmy
proper. and sometimes I wonder

whether I'm just tryna be funny

or kitsch

or ironic
----------------am I looking for something to pitch
a story (for life is far stranger than fiction)
and I've always first and foremost been the writer

no matter, listen I'm on it,
i'm on dis ting----------
i'ma bring
------------------something to the table

the trippy moments that made up today

she flit past me in a blur, I was like hey!
and then she stopped twice

and turned around, that old friend
a professor who once managed to mend
that part of me and so she said 

we need to catch up

but I was too caught up

thinking of you
of ten thousand Zhang Chou's 

ten thousand applications

for ten thousand pointless masters

lately I've mastered

the art of disengagement

somehow I'll break 'em,
----------------the shackles!
these iron rings of me(n)tal,

and then and then and then

I nicked a green apple

as inside I grappled
-----with this thing called life
and so I went outside and waited at a bus stop
but the bus didn't stop
and I left my belongings inside
/////no where to hide, no where to abide//////
in peace
-don't disappear,
d'you hear?-
                               don't disappear
and so night came
and I walked to SOAS

but then I got lost in the dark

I got lost in the dark

ended up in some park

and so a friendly young lady took me
in another direction,
                                      like I took that Nigerian lady named Grace
yesterday in Greenwich
to another university
to the place she needed to be
-we give, life gives,
and so I travelled with her                                            
because I was somewhere else

and we talked a bit

and then and then and then
when I got there

I forgot the combination of the prayer room

but then but then but then
another kind young lady came

and we talked

and talked 

and then I went down

and saw her

the trippy moments that made up a day

we didn't stay

long, no

we escaped, we traipsed
-----as we do
by the festive christmas stalls,
and our friend the river

and it was magical

and the tedium and weighty sadness
--------------------and enduring madness
left me and us, and everyone.....

......and then I got a missed call

on a broken phone

that's wasn't even mine
it wasn't mine, 

the burning tea scolded my hand--

                          I'm doing just fine
and the river watched unconvinced
and after words behind glass,
after a bus ride that didn't last

and the flute and saxaphone that played
a souls melody and the man's head
spun around his neck,
a barking dog, a stick of liquorice

in peace and after we talked

until there was nothing

left to say
after all that

------------we crossed the bridge

(we are nowhere-----and it's now)