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Look at me

Looking at you

We are in this one together

And O but for the love of madness
She was to be mine

Where were we in this town?

Battersea

The scenic route to Clapham Junction

She took

In black

The widow

Whittaker

And thighs

Out the window

Over cold glances

Against the passing

Passenger

Reluctant interface

Before I bite

And them and me

And the bizarre path

Left me floating

On the 19:23

Faster past the tabloid
Maker and man
Eavesdropping eyes

My pains to be

‘Blockbuster’

‘Tiramasu’

Love me and collect
A coat artfully tucked

As the train takes longer

But the carriage is warm
I am glowing on the reverb

Chasing skirt

Chasing skirt

Another open day
For the world
To pass me by

My shop
My work
My flower-like
Existence

Waiting to be caught in the swirling imagination of your mind
Purchase me
Purchase my gristléd eye

And the Pret A Manger pie
Or pint of porter

We are making Britain

Everday

For the high street
Rejuvenation

Happy upkeep
For the plucky
Or working agenda

Keep my cogs spinning
Better new than old

When the man with the bargain has passed you by …

Flex another.

Who likes London
Like a man from my empire?

We are the foot soldiers
Of our father’s fate

One from another

Taken to be
To shape the best

Making for another
The laid
And to rest