Home to Roost

off the midnight yawn at st-rat-ford station

        cl-amber out the tube hole

smelling of dust cove-red    electricity

        clinging st-atic

  stub-born like a shadow

stumble into the words of sp-ray can

            poets

that trickle down walls

in sob mas-cara let-ters

and the tags of the disaffected 

  that lay a cl-aim to

   grime parts of graph-ite coloured do-main

wall-f-lower posters flutter but can’t       fly

word on the street all torn and tattered

  as if words ever mattered

jumble of sounds   no-ise

        poor reception

caught in tv aerial tan-gle 

          dream cat-chers

for the thread-bare set-tee acade-mics

un-sybaritic con-crete echoes with calls in

    ob-scene anglo-saxon

under 

amber spot-lights an-other beer bottle

be-comes a thou-sand different diamondesque

t-wink-les 

  against the d-ole grey

that gives the land-scape its stark cut out-line

right     angles

straight lines

con-trasted on street corners

      by b-leached blonde im-migrant whores

who parade curves in colour

shivering in short skirts        e-yes freeze

self-pity

into self-preservation cry-ogenics

dissolving the pretty girl looks

into hero-in reflections

tart lem-on ac-id

and the sulphurous plum-es of burnt match-es

      hold a f-lame to cctv superstars in 

          branded train-ers

boom b-ass boys   fuel injected cruise by

                    looking for the star shine

that seeps from cracked pip-es

searching to find

Nirvana E15

© 2006  P.A.Levy

First published by StepAway  2011