Distance lends / Enchantment to the view*

Roll up

Join the tour


Look around

There’s a Shard n’ the London Eye


Weeping and saw it all

The laundry never shuts down


Sprouting chrome and glass

Soaring drone over the underpass


Too Many Mr Bigs from here & there

Too big individually to take on


Watching Games of Thrones

Sword fights in the street


Young boy died of stab wounds

“Mistaken identity” (again)


Hall of grotesques in the city bar

Pre-sold empty blocks of flats go up all around


Smell the gas

Something stinks like skunk


Trying to save face

With acid thrown in our eyes


* To be read aloud

◄ Poetry at Aldeburgh

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