London

I was sat at BFI on Southbank waiting for a friend to arrive, watching the way Londoners move about and comparing how foreign it felt to where I had just been living in Asia.

The senses confused,

The pull of a chair,

The clink of a glass,

The Pulp Fiction theme tune;

The girls in their dresses,

And their phones;

The large man and his coffee:

"Can I sit here";

People coming, in, 

And out,

Looking and deciding,

They don't fit;

The walking as though,

there is some place to go,

with their fringes,

and their walks,

But here I sit disguised as though I belong in this oversized chair.

Reviews

[alifeacoustic]

It is a very good place to wear a disguised look. I love the lines the pulp fiction theme tunes, and their phones. You have hit the nail on the head with your observations. I don't think anyone fits in London, they are all too busy to talk and locked in a world of how to get to the next place and avoiding eyes, while they super glue their eyes to their phones. I always thought apple made a mistake and should rebrand them eye phones. :-)
It is not a place I like and avoid as much as possible.
Wonderful write, capturing perfectly the disassociation of a city.

[Sophia]

Interesting...I am infact a discontented Londoner who escaped...haha! Having the space and difference in city life between the 2 cities meant I didn't feel I had to take part in the race everyone was running around me as I usually would being back home. I almost don't think of this as a poem as I literally described what i heard and saw as quickly as it happened, whilst lounging in an ostentatious chair I would have previously felt awkward sat in. I suppose being away from a city like London highlighted everything once I was back.

[William Gardner]

this feels good. Great capture of the moment. I would urge you to think about the line pulp fiction theme tune, I know it, I hear it when you say it but don't love "theme tune". Another way to say it? Although I understand the need for the semi colons and commas maybe, just suggesting, they get in the way? This a free verse poem regardless and the line breaks give you the pause for the reader. Respect

[littlewonders]

beautiful... i love the mood that was created and the how you set up the scene in such few lines