Poetry
The Flow
Images shift through the
Sparkly spangly star dust that
Shimmers in one’s hair like some
Distant figment of dreaming that
Street-Walk
I spray painted my funeral against the tenement walls, I
spray painted my dirge on the
Tube Train carriages, I
Sung the hymn to the lost against the …
Walking
I walk through the forest
Pine needles under my feet
Sending resin-scented moments
Into the sky above us
The Box
I feel contained
The world outside me an illusion
I lie down and
Breathe softly against the air
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
Waiting for a Bus
I have my bag with me
Books, clothes and stuff that I
Packed for my journey
I see the city of so many memories