the reel turns
over street
oneyed relief
to sucking
culture as one
to cigarillos
one to travel
and one to brickstone
passing over
like april
in july
characters over high
and sounding asian
why's
to tears and years
caught
inbetween steers
pulsing magical escapes
and childish promenades
behind 47 garden doors
basement beliefs
to birthday brunches
breaking barriers of because
and not enough
silently
stilettoeting
warmth
from closed doors
abhor the trivial
for the inexplicable of
joy overun
by sounds not over sung
and thoughts
Jung
beginning beginning
night scream
and train trolley
where doubles
are astray
and 23rd gives way
to last cycles
of heroes
present
effervescent
to climatic
kitsch
it is
it is
blister
bliss
without tis
or
tiff
silent stance squinting
romance
this london dance