Along the great moon
comes brassbold dog-tired day
looking for a fight
driven and drifting
by the great everything-is-mine moon
what the eye remembers
is a tear is it?
what the ear recalls
the hand that stung it?
what the street remembers
isn’t true?
(that’s true)
along the great moon
comes the bus brandishing
its red tongue
the river standing for nonsense
The Shard
lovely lovely lovely loverly Shard
goal of all urban climbers
(Alain Robert’s nabbed from the building
before he…)
The Shard
glass mast of tallest sailing ship
jumped-up one
vertical thinker
multi-use Shangri-la
moon’s bitch