So sweet

Beautiful
Technopark
Gliding on my wings

Newham
Norham
Gardens
Wool

So fresh
She forgot
Leafy days
And tired eyes
Yet to know
The working haze

Forward forth
Into my dreams

And treasures

Memories of the past
Unrealised

A tumbling cascade of
Familiarity

Rushes of life
Enhance my mind
Up to oblivion

Up stairs
Last

Reverb

Reverb

Reverberate

To rate

Reverber

Verberate

Take aplate

Reverber

vErberate

The plate

Insate

Reverba

Verberate

To rate

Veberate

I am

Relatively speaking

98 per cent

DNA

Transferred

Between

I am

Relatively speaking

Speaking

Your mind

Back at me

And

I am

Relatively speaking

Your mouth

Your eye

Speaking

And

I am

Relatively speaking

Taking apart

The

This life

Construct

A meaning from

My

Reprising

Eyes

Constant battering

Each time I rise

Listen to your

Voice in mind

Your wrote these

Words

Ecophone

Ecophony

My relative

‘This is relativity’

Standing on

Regerneration Row

Too early

This is summer’s eve

‘Move faster’ passed

My dreams on

That train

Just past

This latests project

To stare

Out a window

Indefinately

I am dramatic

Two feet

Away from my head

Three

Four

Fifteen

400 metres beneath the sea?

Not really

90 at Charing Cross

Plus some sold-off books

Lost in the space

Between your bar

And a hungry eye

The menu of

Having Nothing

Riled me for a while,

That I miss

Late payments for those

Endure

Enough to

‘Fuck em All’ 

We know

We know
Of the man

Who kept all his receipts:

He drank a bells whiskey
At company of cooks

On
27 December 2009

At
20:23