STUCK IN LANDAN

STUCK IN LANDAN (25th February 2020)

Running to get there

Rushing to leave

Gasping to get out

No room to breathe.

Waiting for the green mans

hand command

Waiting for the beep beep beep…

I can’t do this anymore,

I swear,

An incubus of infected air

‘Please wait, be patient, there’s a red signal’

I need a Rohypnol.

Another yellow handlebar,

Another hand sore,

Another chesty cough chorus

down the underground hall.

Another sniff

without a sign of a tissue.

Another sneeze

without the notion of a ‘bless you’.

It’s all ‘fuck you’ glares

And ‘don’t sit there’ stares

I just wanna get out.

I just wanna get out of here.

Another train

Another tube

Another wait

Another no room to breathe

Another no room to contemplate.

Stir crazy from the mundane

same game everyday

I’m going insane.

Need to evacuate,

Find a new route out

Slip under the radar

And the gates,

but don’t shout...

feels like my throat’s

already closing up.

Better keep my mouth shut

Without suffocating.

Traffic jam of fur coats

and dirty trainers.

Dodgem car hell ride

Of backpacks and

machete umbrellas.

Another train

Another tube

Another wait

Another no room to breathe

Another no room to move.

STAND CLEAR OF THE DOORS

No please, no thank you.

What you pushing for?

We all want the same thing.

Another tube

shoulda’ been here by now,

But it’s stuck

because of all you lot now.

I overhear :

“I tell you, every where’s got tell all signs that you’re stuck in London, bruv”

Another train

Another tube

Another wait

Another no room to breathe

Another no room to move.

Please stop sniffling in my ear.

Please don’t eat

your pickled onion crisps in my ear ,

I just ran all this way

And I’ve been so worked up

by the fear.

All the trains are fucked

And I’m stuck

In the middle of fucking nowhere

Sometimes, I wish I’d never come here.

I can’t to this anymore,

I swear,

Being stuck in the low down,

Underground London.

Stuck in London.