A Trip To The Moon

bidded on by

impassive Bolt drivers,

rational peasant, idling in Finchley

raise a pound for competition

that's the promenades

glittering sequence

of crashing, drinking

occasional closure

near-muggings,

spilt blood

and bookends

check self in kettle mirror. 

Still cockroach

scorpion's remorse,

sank in nature

lullaby lady... vocational alienator,

decade of what? Rot?

'Been

worshipped

feared

abused

traversed

ignored, restored

enjoyed'

like The Glory,

Haggerston

struggling blossoms

fresh hazel—

manias await

blocked on WhatsApp,

but security's got my number.

No regular flow. Paintings remain

the same. Shook hands

with my silhouette,

detected on

collision-recording system

camera pans;

these places run on fumes, 

lovin' in short supply.

Haitian Barbecue. We ate each other, baby

I tasted like Chesterfield leather,

you, polish of gold leaf

on the Albert Monument.

The fabric that binds us

ain't rigid,

but a hoary shroud