feeling bleak on the off-
peak, cheap
single to king's x
It used to be
Like,
Being born,
Like,
Emerging - grotesque, grinning
From the folds of flat farmland, fat
cheeks as taught and round
as Lincolnshire hills,
And the buildings!
Shiny new toys squeaking in newborn fists
And the graffiti!
Freshly-painted nursery walls
And Camden! Southbank! Covent Garden!
Words uttered for our repetition.
too familiar now
to reach out
(childish)
to grip the city's finger
(to find a shard in my palm)
The pigeons still coo like mothers
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