Tom & Nana: In The Green

To sit in it.

Put feet up.

Only this.

Stop. Read a book.

Or go on in.

Tom & Nana: Smokers

Stubbing out our lives one tube at a time.

Worth it for the plume of grey breath.

Worth it for the hot vapour stroking white your throat.

Accompany a coffee.

Partner a sunset.

Our addiction with us always—little tubes of happiness.

Tom & Nana: Party People

Westerners look about.

Asians look forward.

Some need music.

Some need friends.

And some just need to dance.

Tom & Nana: Festival

Light the lights.

Bang the drum.

Gown up and gather.

Clap, step, chant.

Into the warm summer night.

Monday Music

I have this strange thing for Annie Lennox. Something about her enthusiasm, her purity? Just shut up Tom. And Enjoy.