Something is blinking on the bank
By the cement block track where the
Docklands train rattles away.
Drizzle smudges London-grey
And apricot eyelashed streetlamps.
A yellow tie choked albino man
Waits for the traffic,
Frowning to stop the rain blur.
Outsize umbrella arcs of dripping colour logo
Bob on Seething Lane,
Crutched Friars, Savage Gardens.
Head down, watching office boxes
Upside down in wetsheen slabs,
I’ve got a belly full of fear,
£55 and a moleskine in my pocket.
Making many mental lists of the great
reasons why I’m angry
which are getting shorter
all the time.
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