London, i see you
behind the dust and fog
of your busy streets
and i am no longer lonely
i see you
your ghosts roaming by
unbothered, insolent
London, i see you
the hectic nights, the cornelian cherry trees
i see you and i am filled with escapism
keep your lights on
shed them upon the girls in gingham dresses
the drunk amateurs, the dirty crooks
give me all of you
you pretty town, you haze of madness
London, hollow and hungry
turn yourself into a weapon
let me see you
before your skyscrapers block out the sunlight
come to me, world-weary
and i'll cross you by foot
i'll walk east, walk west
London, watch me lose all my lovers to you
watch me hate you
and curse your grounds
watch me smash the Big Ben
like a pomegranate against my scorched teeth
watch me look
at the treachery, the absurdity, the goodness
that there is here and love it all
watch all the hemispheres of the world
come and grow roots upon your soil
watch them thrive
London, keep your lights on, i beg you
they are coming for you
open your arms
YOU ARE READING
your glorious indifference
Poesi[POETRY/PROSE] [an ode to the things that make me want to spit blood and call it poetry] copyright 2019
