Vector8 Journals

Monday, October 25, 2004

THE INVISIBLE MAN



THE INVISIBLE MAN

I stagger, buffeted by winds
Channelled between drizzling black crags -
Tenement buildings. Take refuge in a pub
Only to see in the mirror the bald streak widen,
Troubled by the blonde in the corner. Silly,
She doesn't know I'm here.

Strangers
Pause if I speak, resume their chat. As I go
I take this vacancy with me. The world outside
Drives its cars, pushes its prams. I'm air
In this too solid city.

As I pause
Buffeted by people buffeting past, stand
On this perpetual street corner of my life,
Look back.I am the abyss. And it claims me.

By Philip Hobsbaum from "Women and Animals"

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