London’s languishing air

London’s languishing air
-towing my loneliness-
has a smile in the clouds.
And when I wrote this poem
with feeling dug its heels
that nothing made sense.

The moon
The sole eye of the monster of darkness
From amongst the forest of clouds
and the smoke that fugitive cars emit
has carved a dark shadow out of me.

The crowing of raven
That has robbed me of the jewel of my patience
Is beyond the dreams of a thousand slumbering pages
And I neither free nor certain
rest against the wall of official residency
that tremble in the traffic of writing.

London’s languishing air
increasingly rest against
the swamp of days

Days wrapped up in
passport validity extension
and a few pints of bear.