Gloomy day. Ceaseless rain.
Walk like a blue ghost,
covered in a poncho:
it makes you look like a tired,
retired superhero.
The rabbits must be all
hiding underground:
they know better.
I go from one concrete building
to the other, change titillating
screens a million times.
The post office makes me wait
and 68p go away on a piece of paper
with the face of a future king.
The red totem is there,
still, opening its mouth.
It devours. We walk back
with printed words on paper
in the bag. The words are there.
The more I read them the more I feel
like walking like a blue ghost
under the rain. The rain stops
for a moment.
Absolute peace.
Only the sound of
a computer, breathing.
Everything is Connected 