The veins of this place are etched on my arms,
For my A to Z has been prized apart,
And countless amoebas of leaking beats,
Seep and smear on London streets.
Rhyme and reason are gagged and bound,
In the lost and found of the Underground.
The leeches and seeds of a fading dream,
Raiding the landscape of a life unseen.
So I’ll navigate tonight by cityscape stars,
Divide myself hieroglyphs of scars,
Wash my memories clean in the Sheaf.
And watch you dancing in my sleep.
Yesterday so far away.
Decorate a sea of grey.
Daybreak wakes to blind me.
Iris wakes to find me.