Strikes on the jubilee?
It must be nineteen seventy three
or am I overthinking this.

Action by underground staff?
well that's a novelty.

Monday some day and that
some day is today.

In London
we blunder on
blindly,
moles
digging holes.

Head phones
and ear phones
my bones are creaking
sneaking a peek at the girl
with the bottle red hair
and the blonde sat beside her
a bride if the ring tells the truth.

This ritual is a speciality of
being mental
the Central only proves to me
I'm not on the jubilee
nothing more.