london ~ rene

Rain soaked and jack knifed

waist deep and walking through

grounded and hammering

yet still flowing

up you

flowing through the underground

making the underground

tearing open a scrap of odour

an arena

handing you a double razor

taking it away

giving it back

in your palm

with small strong defiant hands

choking away the gloom

asking you to join the Thames

and the fields I remember


a swarm

like faces in a carriage

sneak on board

raising the numbers

placing this afternoon in new night

jamming a smile across my back

screaming canine dreams

before placing my palms in the sky


and back to the street

inside the warmth

bites and silk

a city made from poems grows

after it dies

a city made from hands and limbs

dripping with bricks and sweat


i’ll enjoy my last mouthful like my first step

I’ll enjoy spitting out this toast

for each one I take

forgetting how to stop

pulling the lights in tight

enjoying each part

enjoying the new limb

each time I see her


as the city i live in

is no longer here.


is Raoul Moat in a boat. His first words were ‘Newky Brown’. As well as being our most prolific writer, René also creates graphic art, paintings and screenplays.

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