box fresh sober-
r i d i c u l o u s
i sweat in the cold
pubs off the strand-
d e n i e d
no heaven
nor hell
both call like crows
~
hungerford bridge-
i give money
to a crumple
of blankets
and the view
well it was london
from flickr.com
i'd get royalgod-blasted like it was a political statement
a short drink in each hand
out
somewhere
awful
with no character or vibe than i noticed
tho
everyone else seemed happy enough
and
this made them seem stupid to me
so
i'd
always have a bottle at home
to
sip
and
sup
and
hold
to the light with jesuswonder in my eyes
so fucking pleased
to
be
alone at last
and
i'd write accelerated whitefire down one eye shut
before
dawn
said DUDE!
and burst out all clean and bright and for someone else
now
the fire is a pilot light
at the top of my spine
and
dawn
just nods a knowing HELLO
