Oct 27, 2024
Glide
Glide …
Down upon
The teeth of the city.
Filed and rising to pierce
A silhouetted stroke
Of deep cyanic smoke.
London’s secret key
Gothic spines
Strewn with red glitter
To flicker
Against the ember dusk, of 1983
A Greek demi-god,
Fast young gun
Fly’in 308
To the carnal thrum
In ecstasy
An Eudaemon
Who wants to come
Into the pleasuredom
Erect
At one million miles an hour !
Soul boy
Flashing
White lines
Into red
Horse power
On down hill stretch
Number 11
Gotta take what you’ve got
To the edge of heaven
N’ glide…
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