was sniffing late,
my oyster card
was past its date.
My pockets spewed
the change I’d begged.
I slammed it down
on the drivers ledge.
He took off roaring
I stumbled ‘n’ fell
This sniffing day
is going to hell.
I picked myself up
and found the seat.
This one came with
something to eat.
A kebabs carcass
adorned the cloth.
The tomato tempting
but I swept it off.
Onto the floor
it bumped
and rolled
Next stop;
the street of Old.
Hoxton bonnets,
fixie bikes,
twitter feeds
and facebook likes.
GPS your every move,
some location that
we all approve.
Post a photo
of your sniffing lunch.
Grated ice on
your sniffing punch.
I feel empty,
I wonder why.
My sniffing soul
just kissed the sky.