November 26th

small steps to the edge

of the waterlogged moorland

where the horses graze

August 30th

agitated wait

bloodshot pacing, night walking

depart in darkness

 

I should be in bed. Early early flight in the morning. Off to Ireland for Electric Picnic.

August 18th

slender chimney stacks

gothic fume blackened brickthroats

parched in the star blaze

It was too hot to get the train, so me and D walked back from Arsenal to St Pancras, down the Caledonian Road, towards Pentonville. This was the area my parents first lived in when they came to England.

It was a relief when we finally saw the myriad chimneys of St Pancras station over the rooftops. What a building. So glad it’s still there, such a landmark, so beautiful.

March 12th

In the misty chill,

River skips through the mill wheel,

Distant tawny calls.

 

I walked back from the station in the dead of night, I’d been to see Arsenal play with my old Dutch friend Chris and his brother in law Ari, both of them enjoying the spat between their two countrymen Van Persie and Krul.

The air was damp with mist and as it was later than normal (I would normally rush back after a game, but I stayed for a goodbye drink) there was no background noise, there was an absence of cars and people. Bizarrely, as I’d lived in the area for years, this was the first time I could hear the river splashing against the old Mill Wheel (now fixed in place) on the edge of Flitwick. I also heard Tawny Owls calling in the far distance.

March 7th

I am only real,

When the headlights burn my back,

Long shadow walking.

 

Was walking back from the station late last night, bar a timid moon peeking through the thin cloud, the route to Greenfield from the station passes down a particularly dark lane. Walking this route late at night, I feel invisible, I disappear with my music in the darkness. Or if I have no music, I listen for tawny owls, the distant barking of dogs, or freight trains, unbuffered, rattling onwards.

I only exist when an approaching car blinds me or when a car drives past me from behind. As cars approach, I observe my shadow, racing and striding ahead of me, a hundred metres long. Then as the vehicles pass, I disappear, become invisible again.