Leaving London
Leaving London
A thousand flickered lights
Beat out neon
Fantasies animation
Jerks its pseudo motion
Feet by fifty foot tall
On the south river board walk
Juke box gangsters one-armed bandit
Hang street corners
From the eyes red light
By cliché shop windows
Of a thousand past and spent Christmas glazed nights
Fishnet nylons legs
Twist on black stiletto
And stab their vended sex
Peep show neon by night
Beckons to the slow glue of gutters
And last years rain paint
Still shines on Eros
Street mirrors of a thousand flashing lights
Colour thrown to concrete
Looses its ghost
Down darkling alley recesses
Hide the gaunt faces
Of old guitar heroes
Unshaven lips stuck
To the bottles neck
Glints and stagger drunkenness
Flash blue corkscrews banshee wail
Through the avenue
As shoes shuffle around the spilt blood pool
Swells hot to cold in crimson
Breathing its last
For the sake of the 50.00
Now trembling hands
Had stashed in a pocket
A line of tambourine orange
Dances a sect jitterbug
Tapping bashing chanting
Out their impartial message
Ha-re Krishna Ha-re Krishna
Krishna Krishna Ha-re Ha-re
Shoulders back in the city
Eye to eye dares to look at me
Chill grip warns every stranger
To walk sidelong by
The night is rushing its spent conclusion
Cold wet kerbstone
Trips an indifference to warm held hands
I hate this place
Pavement meals and chewing on plastic
London’s dead walls
Of stinking underground passage and traffic
Time
I think
For me to leave
Go visit the trees
Return to the heart
I left in the country
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2008
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