All the way past Westminster
the Thames breathes rain & clouds
& the grim reaper beckons
in the iron vein moonlight
& I, I,
an I is an Eye
open wide a thousand times
& the grim reaper beckoning
Basho & the Dalai lama
might help me find
the restless gambler,
cards in hand
or escape the ships
that never sail past the horizon,
tribunals
& looking out now
from Cabot tower now past Bristol & beyond
a homeless man sits waiting
paper cup
& styrofoam
& Clocks do not
tell the time
they are merely told it
yet in their vanity proclaim that they alone are it's keepers
& our only friend & Nemesis
