Poems

A ragged bag of poems on very different themes by an amateur wordsmith

the future laughing now

What if an apocalypse happened and no one noticed? The lime trees still cast their dust down In front of the blocks on Walworth road. What if the Elephant continued to gleam, where once I (buses autonomous and gold -windowed in rain)

Am I backwards?

The problem is with the seeming Not the whatting I retort; Life is endless and art is - damn short.

city sacraments or songs

City Songs: Just a quick Step And through sliding doors Like teeth biting down On easily digestible Fast city tube food Like me Quickly looking around and choosing a seat. There are walkmans