tales lie in storeys

mine's number ten

concrete and steel

make this tiny den

fresh air's aplenty

noise from the lift

my cell  ten years

I won't ever shift

far horizon dizzy

balcony's for birds

walls to speak to

echoing my words

the drop reassures

if you're depressed

open the window

drunk first is best

glimpsed one hurtle

free w...

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Black steel

curling wrought iron

balustrade

Beneath me

coffee steam

and noise

rise

and a poet

sits talking

animatedly

his foot jiggling

as he gesticulates

outside

autumn sun

shines on wet roofs

and casts

tree shadows

on house walls

outside

the sea is rising

while

London sinks

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