(20 minute poetry)

We are here
stand clear.

One more trip down
the golden strip,

being stripped.

I hide in the recess
regress
to an earlier time

before the underground
prior to the mine which
by the way is the pits.

Nothing but bobble hats
and
girls wearing flats
they could be
Prada or Primark
but it's too dark to tell.

I'm going to hell on the Central line
one more time
I'm going to hell on the Central line

It's warmer
we
must be passing the bank.

St Paul's Cathedral
medieval
Knights of old and
now
it's cold or is that me?

Oh
joy of joy
glee of glee
I can see light at
the end of this funnel

(Such a crowd )
  
a bottleneck
flippin' heck
I didn't see that coming.

Time runs on
runs out
I am about
there

a fanfare
more knights
Bishopsgate
men in tights
but
It's always been
a bit
Robin Hood down here.