November 5, 2011

It’s still too easy
to aim west but go east,
waking up in Stepney Green
like a man in a river raft
going for the narrows

When you cross the bridge to the other platform
your internal compass lies
and your stomach lies
but you know
that the heat has gone on
in two small rooms in Earls Court,
and you count the stations go by
like prayer beads
in a mantra of movement and chance,
while strangers avoid your eyes
clutching the freesheets


4 Responses to “November”

  1. Wonderful tone and I love the sparseness, really good piece.

  2. claudia said

    this echoes like voices from tiled walls in a tube station…i agree with mr. grant..

  3. Scott said

    This is really good. It has a consistent kind of cold brooding atmosphere throughout. It’s quiet and contemplative. I love it.

  4. amyeverett said

    This is amazing

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