i left the house all geared up for some:
frivolous never-minds...
cycled past st. paul's... through Soho...
Soho? that chalk city of intimidating hopeful
             marbles?
circa 1am through to 6am...
no one is selling love?
no one is willing to buy love?
hell... i was only allowed to buy a beer near
Leytonstone...
for some reason that zombie period from
3am through to 6am is...
English idiosyncratic...
                 you can't get a beer...
3 hours of... what?
reflection?

  ride into the sunrise... ******... and since i did...
i hope... eh... 4 hours of sleep until 10am...
and then... supposedly returning
to some "norm".