Me
on the jubilee
going West
as young men
do.

Not into the wide open spaces
they went years ago

Built on
filled up
choked
but
tokens of greenery
in the concrete canyon
scenery.

another not is not a lot
of passengers on board

seats for everyone
but I spoke too soon

a horde gets in at
Canning town
all
heading in to
London,
what's this town got?

one more lot
probably a parking lot
at a superstore.

Bond street beckons and
I reckon
all things considered l
that I'll get off there
head
once again to
Soho Square

it's where I belong
where I fit in.


My foundations are floating timbers
moving with the times.

nearly there
it's almost always nearly
there or near enough
and near enough is
good enough for me.