Friday 5 October 2012

PARTY, PART 4


up,
i have another drink and go out
into the
awful confused Kings Cross night

LONDON - City Of Stuff
plugging the 
hole
in
the 
world

ends of sewer pipes stick up out the ripped street

i go on by – Invited

new entrances and doors and routes to underground
torn open in my absence

the street is flexible street like that
and the old
is buried in dust and hoardings
and orange workmen
and orange barriers
all
lit
bland by fluorescents

i bounce off people and artificial walls 
and black cabs turn into me 
and tourists clots and bleeping cross road drones . . .
tired 
disorientated
early first wave pissed

the world has gone and changed
since my memories happened round here

my sad memories
battered 
blue
by 
churned cement
and
paid 
men 


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