He Walked through the long corridor
of Green Park tube station.
There was a strong backdraft
that pushed him from behind.  

He entered the train heading westbound
to Russel Square, on the Picadilly line.
It was packed with every kind of person
imaginable--the weird, schoolkids,
the bankers, tourists, parents with babies
and then there was her.  
She had shoulder-length brown hair.
She was slim, pale and had piercing green eyes.
She was wearing khaki chinos
with a white Ralph Lauren Polo shirt.  
A black choker on her neck and holding
a book.
Murakami's 1Q84.

The same book he was reading.
There was a hush in the air
as their look lingered for several seconds.
She looked at him, smiled and lifted
her eyebrows.  

He looked at her and said,
"If you can't understand what just happened now
without explanation,
then you won't understand it
with an explanation."
She smiled and remembered the line in the book.

i think my mounted head would look nice next to yours
and we live in a mansion with one million doors
and there's a whole world deep beneath the floors
and i engineered the forest so i could take you on a tour

i built some tall trees and ill teach you and youll learn
theres something in this world called a picadilly fern
its my chance to fall in love this is my turn

Dreamers
Schemers
Anarchists
Nihilists
Forgotten children of
London
Switzwerland
Shake yourself awake
From your shackles
Awake from your long slumber
Kick open the ceiling of your graves
More to burn today
Than the year
1890
catch
I just flipped you a boxfull of
matches
Michael bakunin at the cemetry gate
Barking
Hear his wolf scream
A call to arms
Time of no government
is here
Free yourself from the taranny
The terror of government
Of minister
Of head of state
I met a man who kept that guillotone shining
So when this moment arrives
From dust it will emerge
to redefine our path
Once again
Its long since we the people
Saw a caviar filled
Wine drenched
Head
Rolling in the piazza
Dreamers
Schemers
Anarchists
Nihilists
Forgotten children of
London
Switzwerland
Shake yourself awake
Awake from your long slumber
Kick open the rooves/ceiling of your graves
More to burn today
Than year
1890


They’ve burnt the earth
To rolls royce  around
Showing off their ill gotten gains
Impostors .

The earth is on fire
You next
Trust me
Their conspiracy
Stewing since the first bank note was printed
Their machines are here
Soon
You are surplus material
To be sacrificied
At the alta
Of
1%
Their twisted nirvan

Stoke your own fire
avoid conflagaration
Send the blaze
To their overrated parlament

I got an sms the other day
While on a tube from picadilly to london
The Barbarians are also coming .
Don’t be left behind
Great
grand daughter of the true humanist
The anarchists.