Thoughts bustle this urban Sodom sensuous city madness
Rucksack jet stream            Jam-packed stunning
psycho-shrink-wrapped chroma-neon yellow nylon
open to see through into parallel communion
Sahara            or moonscape

A lightning conductor staked into the turf
points to hidden steps, undercroft, vault, secret tunnel
catacombs, gutsy, visceral warmth, clammy warmth

My journey back to the coast
is invigorated by thoughts of inevitable destiny

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This murky internet
is imagination
with a lost dimension

An early Thames bench
Watching the tower
Big Ben
Dirty old river

Thinking of letters I'd write
and wait
Thinking of you
your pepsi laugh
your golden legs

An old door
is open

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