#Poem Per Capita


I walked from  Café  Royal to        Academy Royal
ruing the death of Woolworths        experimenting
with various     abdominal         muscle-tensions
now wishing I was alpha-         male     (even my
bog-paper is super-soft)        Octoberish weather
slept-in hair   New York    espresso     forthwith
a sandwich     westside          wing       Covent
Garden      Thameside park          Second Tier 58
Seat 2      new roof BM      hot courtyard V&A
raw dirty windows         latticed-glass hot-house
regal pergola        cars and cycles rock the cast-
iron bridge            young gangs engage on paved
walkway           ground down    pestle and mortar
yeah              me too

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