Revisiting

I walked the paths I walked before
Frozen faces describing the
Fusion of past and present moments, I
Smoked a roll up outside Marylebone station
The comings and goings of people I
Sort of recognised in the mirror of some
Alienated past that
Sprayed its prophesies on
Tube train carriages as the
Commuters swayed to the rhythms of their inanity, I
Found a familiarity in the
Taxi cab snarl and the
Noise of buses, in the
Cacophany of peck-pecking pigeons
As they investigated the litter in search of some
Figment of sustenance in the grease of MacDonald’s takeout, I
Waited for a bus in Brixton
The ragged people doing some
Dance of recognition in the
Backdrop of
Graffiti-spangled shop fronts, as
The street preacher offered some ephemeral salvation, I
Have moved through these places before, a
Silently lost figure that
Imagined moving through the
Ballet-swirl of litter as it
Scattered in the
Breeze that breathed its
Oblivion through the
Dereliction of tenement blocks,
Walked through Woolwich, some
Desolate homeless approaching and asking for a smoke, I
Have been through these places a thousand times and
Ten years on, their memories evoked some
Strange sense of belonging within the
Reality of my isolation, I
Walked the streets of ages
Time blending into some
Singular moment of being that
Cut the form of my forgetting, that
Evoked the person i was then and the person I am now
Images scatter themselves in the
Slow drunkenness of London pubs, people I
Knew once, long ago, people whose
Portraits were painted on the canvas of my life, I
Whispered to the grey stained sky
I am here again
Perhaps I never really left …