London

by Aine J. Tyrrell

thick gustfull carpets ratmusty with 

speed and darkness drape mazed tunnels

 

neon light clouds haze over concrete islandthrong

where screetches foam

 

work-drowned shades blank 

careening sparkgush of squealgrind as beast stills

 

thunksquelch as orfices vomit suits

exude mapzombie stragglemass

 

mindfull soar         THE        GAP

forcep push through bowels appealfrosted and ad-iced

 

pitchyblear and whooshrattle shut

rouged lips press shuttight

– itchysweat pause.

 

jostlebump of commuter drones

as Piccadilly waves prettily.