Quickly written today… hugely flawed etc. I’m not fishing for compliments, honest. Just enjoy.
A 20-mile grey necklace-
Enclosing the metropolis
A quiet belt that can’t be cut loose?
Blandly anonymous suburbs scream
(Consuming as a vacuum for dreams)
Stanmore on a Sunday-
And the bleak coda of Collingwood
or forgotten Finchley
And cold shoulders-
Cadaver washed upon the South Bank
Kisses of thanks-
And hugs of grace
Empty office space –
on the Euston Road
and one Bedroom abodes –