My English landscape

Crows

Above the amber

Under

Everlasting

Evening

Woe

Of not knowing

Where to
Venture

From

The streets of

Consumered

Winding

To unknowable

Spires

Where urban

Visions rest

Moorgate, London

Flex another.

Who likes London
Like a man from my empire?

We are the foot soldiers
Of our father’s fate

One from another
Taken to be
To shape the best

Making for another
The laid
And to rest

Barbican, London

Chasing skirt

Another open day
For the world
To pass me by

My shop
My work
My flower-like
Existence

Waiting to be caught in the swirling imagination of your mind

Purchase me
Purchase my gristléd eye

We are making Britain
Everday

When the man with the bargain has passed you by …

Victoria/Pimlico/Battersea, London

Where were we in this town?
Battersea
The scenic route to Clapham Junction
She took

In black
The widow
Whittaker
And thighs

Out the window
Over cold glances
Against the passing
Passenger
Reluctant interface
Before I bite

And them and me
And the bizarre path
Left me floating
On the 19:23

Faster past the tabloid
Maker and man,
Eavesdropping eyes
My pains to be

‘Blockbuster’
‘Tiramasu’

Love me and collect
A coat artfully tucked
As the train takes longer

But the carriage is warm
I am glowing on the reverb

Richmond Park, London

My threshold
Home

Look at me
Looking at you

We are in this one together

And O but for the love of madness

She was to be mine

Bermondsey, London

'Dont' lock your bike here squire'

My path

My failure

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History is written by the property developer

Intelligent place

Who reads Anne McElvoy
And roars
Like the wind
On the South Bank?

Cold autumn early
Its July