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‘’you and I and dominoes,
time goes by’’Always moving places
statues bridges corners
as the sky over us
constantly switches shapes,
that’s my line
‘the London sky is always moving.’
In Piccadilly Circus an army of
people disintegrated in having all the fun of the night.
And I’m trudging across, all alone mixed in
with the wild crowd alienated from
my very core, digesting
the bad Chinese food –
and the mythology of
Soho.Lady killers
Lion in winter
Ghost, Thriller (why not)
this is quite a selection
all these confusing now musicals –
Thank you, Alexander, for
the sweet smell of London.She comes
to me and says
‘there’s wind in London so
don’t take your wings,
unless you’re going to a
party with other demons;
it’s raining in London, it has to.
We all expect it,
rain drops are solid in London.’I say in a pretty poor
or straight cool
way, ‘raindrops are solid
in London – and they too could break
our wings and swings.’We thought the same,
we planned an impossible escape,
we misspelled the intro word,
we acted for the camera
Behave Rejoice:
we were aloneMy altered ego, gently,
remove the observer
away the night moves
towards the night of
the following day.
Pic: Claire Palmer
Your best graphic ever congratulations.
Comment by Mike Lesser and Robert Tasher on 30 September, 2013 at 9:52 amLovely poem.
Thanks comrades! 🙂 Cx
Comment by Claire on 8 October, 2013 at 2:37 pm