London Slice



To start the day

in rapid trains

quick steps in windy tunnels

the underground’s a world per se

like seeds blown by a greater wind

we all go through its gates – huge funnels.


The grey and ghostly Jubilee

trickles down the map

it serves us all with no pretence

and even makes us think we’re free

when it mechanically follows

decisions at our own expense.


And then one day

in sun we gazed and strode

our heads turning to glitter

as people passed us by on Portobello Road.


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