I REMEMBER LONDON IN THE RAIN

london in the rain
is wet meat kinesis
the boomer briefcase throwbacks
fold & hold aloft 

a free metro paper

the shortcut history mews neglected

~

hood & hats & caps & beats 

frame the benetton faces
phones held chest height
against the stacked-vegetable 

spider-crane skyline backdrop

goldsmiths left off the fashion cops beat

~

& the affected hemp totes 

  of gentri-ffiti'd hoxton
& that animal funk 

  of train station damp
& the evening standards 

  blunt telegraph boards

& the labyrinth sentinel 

  bare-drama boss-men

well i miss that boost of surrender
found deep inside 

the soft mobs biomass

THE MARIJUANA SPIRITS PLAY

like any hunted thing
          i had dug a mind hole

  
& mesmerised by the 

          moving-picture rolling news

on the train stations 

          lcd widescreen exclamation

the police dogs 

          ringed behind me

sniffed for bombs

          & not weed

the marijuana spirits

           playing with me again

EM OH OH EN

evening dark like its never been light
and 
the alarm sounds and lights flash
for
the
crossing barriers to swing down
and
a
commuter express
piles
thru 
the night town 

and thru my mind

a
mind 
thats
foggy like winter seaside dusk
with
ideas that fade like rainbows fade
when
clouds
slide
over
the
yellow ball

the
barriers stay down
and
traffic builds 
fumes drifting in the cold
building
like
a
sand storm

and
i
stare at the harvest moon

its
an
orange stain
a
cookie cutter
a
stock image painted onto bland beige space

its a blotch on the night

watching
me

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