sense the space out there
over
London’s cranes
sense and taste the sausage I ate
washed down
with water
cost me 1.35
feel the crunch of the paper I sit on
keeping
tourists
behind me
out of my
view
workmen - in yellow
so I can see
them
eating lunch with the sun
others – clang and rattle steel
behind a
mesh fence
man in brown shorts lies like its summer
paper spread
out
alone
on a hillock
see a single bird fearless
flying below
me
and
a
helicopter thudding in circles
between orderly clouds
see the school I’m nearly at
(not really missing my job at all)
and
London’s new towers
they’re building a skyline
at
last
the dome – I feel waste
it’s desolate there
spiked
New Labours sunken Death Star
slim girl smokes alone
wearing fawn
- helicopter’s bothering
me
like
a
fly
hear foreign languages
hear phrase ‘naval college’
that’s down there too
demobbed
Harrier
poised out the front
feel the sun on my back
its 2pm
and the shadow of a woman startles me
she’s taking the hill tentatively
power station is quiet
next to a slot of grey Thames
(I live 25 miles east)
to the west
river curves like Eastenders
a brown sail sails slowly
there’s a logo on it in yellow
I
cannot
make
out
smell
air
and sausages – want another one
smell
damp
from the ground I lay my paper on
hear digital clicks
from the
fawn girl
who’s picked
to snapshot a lady tourist alone
orange tractor like a toy
Heathrow jet whines
a
sci-fi
noise
canary wharf
huddles
its empty floors and sudden towers
its bent windows
together
under
one
blinking light
some bird is cackling
from the dark in the trees
they
sway with patience
wood and time
the bulb of the observatory
lurks behind me
where children flock with backpacks
for the artificial line
(we stole it from India
because we ran the world)
demented laughter
from a
child in blue
squatting at the fence
looking up
at his parents
calling
him
back
the river
murky – then silver catching the September sun
[I'm at the bottom of the hill now
where the toy tractor chugged]
look up at where I was
see silver lined clouds
and
the
sailors
red ball
from en.wikipeadia.org
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