up early
whitechapel wander
after the most courageous shower
stretching and snuck distillation
stay wild, alright for drinks
wet cobblestone condoms frighten
more than rain
a collar up and circuitous ambulomancy
hunting for bagels behind shutters
grateful for an open off licence
an umbrella and a pack of chesterfields
East Aldgate found finally
coffee, Zara, inkstained, coffee
a sudden magnetic redheaded roar behinds me
overwhelmed by colours and cutouts and conversation
family tragedies of the Irish mafia
caught in the rain
lost again
late
violence in the round is cold comfort
the bloody smell of molasses
emptiness, exhaustion
coffee, bookshop, the ache of leather bound dogs across the bridge
lights flicker and grainy projections of futile rebellion blare
blatant and unwarranted codas
