Lock me up in concrete
Ignore me as your eyes fleet
Between ghosts on our faeces streets.
Our feet meet.
You’ve dragged off my fucking sheet
And now in lines, neat, we dance.
Intertwined down a road behind some
Dead meat, we butcher ourselves,
Dispersing unpleasantries .
You called me a dirty word.
I laughed about you with friends,
You were some cracked up bird.
Your wrinkled skin reveals the sin of this decaying super city we’re tangled in.
Apples and pears, it’s all gone spare and I’ve lost my iPhone down a seat in some
pikey fun fair.
Where? Got to get there! With my massive bag, let me block the stairs.
My London, oh contraire
Other cities, to you, cannot compare.
You’re as prickly as a cat’s tongue,
So electric, so rare.
You’ve carried the brunt of your burden,
Get some rest.