To Jack

I GO SOLO! And if it must be spent,

Then allow it being in the concrete

Of murky buildings; - climb under the high street,

Eye up some greenery – the canal bent,

Its colourful turns – from Lock to Regents,

Can seem a long ting: when its just my feet

Distant street lights; No battery to tweet

Stop by Zoo listen to animals intent.

Boy! I'm reaching these scenes frequent; jack jones

And the time I spent rhyming to myself,

Those words are images of thoughts I felt,  

the sickest wickedest is not alone 

Almost as good as getting a black belt

When two MC's spit free's to release I'm home.

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Notes: This is a translation of John Keats - TO SOLITUDE

O SOLITUDE! If I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings; - climb with me the steep,  
Nature's Observatory - whence the dell,  
Its flowery slopes - its rivers crystal swell,
May seem a span: let me thy vigils keep
'Mongst boughs pavilioned; where the Deer's swift leap  
Startles the wild Bee from the Fox-glove bell.
Ah! fain would I frequent such scenes with thee;  
But the sweet converse of an innocent mind,  
Whose words are images of thoughts refin'd,  
Is my soul's pleasure; and it sure must be  
Almost the highest bliss of human kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.

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