Babe

Saw this graffiti the other day as I rode the train into London and it got me writing...

Babe
You’re my punk color
Rough cut and spray canned
Lover

Babe
You’re my blue sky
Above a dirty wall
Doc Martens in a suit

Babe
You’re my wall of death
I sit beneath and worship
At your bare feet beauty

Babe
Tube-ride me home
Late night and 
Lone

Babe
I’ll scruff the polish
off your shiny shoes
with my rough heart
….

Reviews

[Ed Fagan]

I absolutely admire the inspiration and spontaneity in this write. you have captured what it means to be alive and aware! thank you!

[Alex Thurley-Ratcliff]

Ed - thank you! I'm so shy this is the first stuff I have ever published - even online.
You're really encouraging :)
Alex

[Ed Fagan]

well, keep it coming. I may be out of line but I will post to you what I just posted tonight to a dear friend: "remember, you are doing this to appease the restlessness in you. that anyone identifies or appreciates it is an entirely separate matter. one that you should pay little if any mind to." don't let this site change the way you approach writing. :)

[Alex Thurley-Ratcliff]

That's so true. Thx
:)