VINCENT IS WALKING

Vincent is walking
over Westminster Bridge
a sunset grabs him by the soul

Vincent is walking
back to Brixton
his head all full of Keats

Vincent is walking
on air unable to
peel the Rembrandt off his retina

Vincent is walking
an orchestra of colours
tuning up in his head

Vincent is walking
through George Elliot's words
they clamber all over his senses

Vincent is walking
Vincent is walking
invaded by religion