Tuche & Automaton

Monday, December 04, 2006


comfort me with neon brash
sodium bright
rain slick and wanton streets
that echo still,
upon haunted alleys and
stone sore stairs,
marked by
stilleto's and labourers boots
and the fading voices
of money lenders
and costamongers
like grim reapers of coin
and catcall sounds.
oh my london
you are grown in
rickety rackety confusion.
an acident of architecture
that rises and twists
like the history it clings to.
oh my london.


At 10:36 AM, Blogger Molly Bloom said...

Nice to see a celebration of dear, dirty London. Yay!


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