Plaintive songs from the living room
surely, the living room is
a misnomer when the artists are all dead.

still,
things stick in your head,
like axes,
they bring tears to your eyes,
ask Harold,

no more war for me.

Candidates for the London Mayor,
there are so many of them
but
whoever wins
we are guaranteed a better city,

I read all the pamphlets
they assured me it was so.

Friday soon and
the moon and I are still friends.